“Why are you here so early?” Yvan asked Viola. After all, the sun had risen barely thirty minutes ago. It was still very early yet she was already dressed and had her hair and makeup done.
Viola frowned playfully, “Well, you want a wedding, don’t you? There’s so much that needs to be done. We need to travel to a designer for a wedding dress, then go about searching for the venue…”
Viola words trailed off. Caleana thought about that wedding parade she witnessed when she was a child. All the work that had been put into the ceremony. The food that was prepared, the extravagant dress that allegedly took many weeks and many hands to make, all the traveling the bride did. She must have been so exhausted by the time the wedding was over, Caleana thought. She didn’t need all of that.
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