[Laura's father, looking like he might explode with pride, escorts her to Lily's side. Her own look isn't far off, though without any metal plates - a modestly poofy skirt, vine-embroidered bodice, and white lace over her shoulders. Her hair is braided up with flowers, a few strands left curling down to frame her neck. The flowers in her bouquet - matching those in her hair - are all organic, it would seem.
She doesn't offer Lily her arm or take her hand - they're waiting until they're coming back down the aisle. It's quite an effort of will to resist.
Nuan Chun's waiting, expectant, to precede them down the aisle with her basket of petals.]
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[Laura's father, looking like he might explode with pride, escorts her to Lily's side. Her own look isn't far off, though without any metal plates - a modestly poofy skirt, vine-embroidered bodice, and white lace over her shoulders. Her hair is braided up with flowers, a few strands left curling down to frame her neck. The flowers in her bouquet - matching those in her hair - are all organic, it would seem.
She doesn't offer Lily her arm or take her hand - they're waiting until they're coming back down the aisle. It's quite an effort of will to resist.
Nuan Chun's waiting, expectant, to precede them down the aisle with her basket of petals.]
...Shall we?