Wedding day. Day of nightmares.
Artemis was scheming and plotting. “To show my parents what fools they are, I shall say I don’t, and then I shall say how much I hate Irene. Then I will talk to Holly and convince her to marry me.”
Now this wasn’t really like Artemis. He usually would have come up with a better plan than this. But he was rather deluded, and he wasn’t really himself.
I’m not going to marry Irene, he thought, I’m going to marry Holly. My parents can’t decide who I marry.
4:00 p.m.. Doomstime. Artemis had made sure that his shoes were comfortable enough to run in. As the organ music started, everyone stood up and Irene walked the isle.
She looked beautiful. I don’t feel like writing her features again so we’ll just leave it like that. As she walked the isle several bridesmaids came up behind her. Butler had been named best man.
The priest started his long sermon, and at the end, he said: “Irene Johnson, do you take this man as your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do.” She said.
“And Artemis Fowl, do you take this woman as your lawfully wedded wife?”
Artemis prepared to run. Then he looked at the audience, seeing Holly dressed as a human. Even if they got married, she would be considered an outcast. And he couldn’t do that to her. But you love her so much, he argued in his mind. Then he came to a conclusion.