My body is moving on its own as I walk down the steps from the hut.
Music is being played, and I can hear the laughter of the others as I draw nearer.
To my surprise, they've cleared the path around the hut, and have decorated it with silks and lace, the color of yellows and red, and whites all around. My mouth drops open as I see tiny pixies in jars that are tied with a rope, making it look like stars have fallen and gathered around for this special day.
And then I can't help it; the tears break free and I'm crying, and I can see Quill dressed so handsomely in his estate's colors, and some maids break from the crowd as they fix up my face and give me silent assurances.
When I reach Quill, his eyes are rimmed red. I'm solely focused on him, and his gaze never leaves mine.