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Her face was shrouded in gauzy veils, the white striking against the brown of her skin.  She smiled- no, beamed- when Mornei reached forward and lifted them away from her face.  He was impossibly handsome:  Echo had done a magnificent job of dressing him. 

(She’d gotten similar replies from Ross and Violet when she’d taken pictures of her dress, though she paled in comparison to her soon-to-be-husband.)

There was a part of her that hung on every word that Hashim said, but there was a larger part that simply existed, taking in as much of this moment as she could, so she could keep these memories and hold on to them forever.  It’s not the same, watching a video of it.  She wouldn’t be able to feel her heart trying to soar out of her chest, the lingering coolness of where his fingers brushed her cheek, the nearly-imperceptible settling of the veils behind her.

“She loves you,” she breathed.

“I love you,” he replied.

You hunker down in the cubby under the counter.  Mornei is back here with you, staring wide-eyed at you.  You smile at him.  “This happens often.  She just waits until it’s over.  They don’t really listen to her, anyways.”  You listen as a bottle crashes.  “Others are getting involved, anyways.  Tea?”

He accepts, sipping on it, and stares at you with surprise and amazement.