(( another vision of the future! ))

32: Wedding Kiss (let the ship sail)

“You look nervous,” she said, laying her hand on the crisp sleeve of Lewis’ suit.

“V-Vivi-!” He clapped a hand over his eyes. “You shouldn’t be-- I shouldn’t see you before the ceremony, it’s bad luck.”

“Unexpectedly superstitious of you, Lew,” she teased, leaning her cheek on his bicep. “Does that apply to Artie, too, or just The Bride?”

“Well-- better safe than sorry, you know?” He ‘looked’ at her, or at least tipped his face down in her direction, while keeping the hand over his eyes. “With our luck, sometimes.”

“You goose!” She laughed. “Besides, you know--”

“You always make your own luck, I do know,” he smiled, and while he still kept his face covered, his posture relaxed. Vivi smiled back, heedless that he couldn’t see it, and smoothed her hands over his lapels.