[@KatherinWinter]

[color=C17C8E]When she opened her mouth, she caught herself before requesting for her battle suit, and instead asked conscientiously, "My dress is already here, correct? I probably need help with the zipper, if you wouldn't mind."

Likely, Nadya could manage on her own—the wedding dress in question, mermaid-style and white satin, was simple yet still possessed due elegance. The woman also picked a delicate, loosely interwoven bun that she could tie up herself. At the time, she wanted to be fully independent, as she had been most of her young life, but now, at the edge of the Rubicon, Nadya wanted companionship, someone, anyone to be with her if only to grant the illusion of staying afloat.

Because, as the back of her mind warned, she was in over her head. Her poker face remained perfect, masking well her anxiety.

"If the ceremony starts in an hour, I suppose we need to get ready, yeah?" She smirked albeit faint and fleetingly like a drop of morning dew on a blade of grass.
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