Today I choose to look the other way.
I will wed my beloved before next sunset.
Whatever requires our attention here shall have to wait. So we find ourselves in a nervous but joyful mood returning home several hours later. Now, if our ceremony is not creating absolute chaos, then I would say that poor Lilith is headed for one major hysterical breakdown. She is going beyond what is required. She is making this look more and more like a true wedding. All I do is watch poor Anastasia just look on, far too scared to stop the crazed woman that is running from one side to the other in the ballroom.
"Lilith, please don't tell me those ungodly things are flowers?"
"Sebastian, they are red."
"Your point being? They are still flowers. And why in god's name is there chairs?"
"To sit on Sebastian."
"You can stand; there is nothing wrong with your perfectly good legs."
