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“Some of the spikiest cactuses grow the most beautiful flowers and they very much love the dry.” Lyra didn’t understand how two people with the same parents could possibly be so different but she did know that she loved her sister dearly and just wanted her to be happy all the time. Ally might not ever want to get married, but Lyra did. She had been dreaming of it since she was a child which was a little terrifying because in all of her wedding related dreams, her suitor was a faceless man. Maybe that just meant she hadn’t met him yet. Besides, she wasn’t certain that she wanted to marry a man. “Well first I need to find someone who loves me as I am. But I promise, IF and when I do get married, you’ll be my maid of honour.”
"Oh, I love cacti! It tastes quite good in soup," Ally mused, thinking of how pretty the color from cacti flowers were and how much she wished that was the color of the dress she was wearing instead. But when Lyra mentioned being a maid of honour, all those thoughts vanished from Ally's mind and she clapped happily. "There's no way you won't find someone who won't love you for you! Its bound to happen and when it does, I can't wait! I already have the best bachelorette party planned for you."














