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She remembered the short, black dress vividly. Although it was borrowed from Hekate's extensive wardrobe, it had fit her perfectly. The off the shoulder straps, shimmering bodice and short skater skirt were all perfect. Her hair was loose and decorated with midnight blue flowers from the garden of forgotten memories, the first place they had ever met even though they didn't know it then.
The priestesses had enjoyed adorning her body with various oils, each of them more than excited by the prospect of a wedding. It would be the first wedding in the Underworld for centuries on end. And for their King no less.
The suggestion had not come from Allegra and Aaric but from Tadeas and Sela who returned excited from their naughty rendezvous with the news.
Tadeas had proposed. Sela had said
