The first wedding had been more for Skye's father; large, loud, and gaudy. Everything had been done with pomp, leaving Skye to barely have a say in any of it. To be fair, she didn't care then. Any joy she'd felt towards weddings, or anything related to them had all but died with Tidas. Now, she'd wished she could've had a hand in the decorating. Or at least had time to dig out her notebook filled with all the things she'd discussed with Tidas over the years about there wedding...
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The doors opened: revealing Skye. The skylights combined with the mirrors that hung on the off-white walls had made the banquet hall incredibly bright. It forced Skye to close her eyes a moment to adjust. When she opened them again, the sight before her brought a genuine smile to her face.
