One thing was certain: this wedding was going to be unforgettable, and possibly banned in at least three provinces.
Aria and I were still recovering from our laughter faces flushed, limbs tangled in a heroic pile of pillows and feathers when the knock came.
No, not a polite knock.
A knock of doom.
Thud. Thud. Pause. Thud thud thud.
[Uh-oh,] the system hummed. [That's the sound of someone who thinks they're morally superior and slightly out of breath.]
"I already regret existing," I muttered, dragging myself upright.
Another knock, sharper this time.
"Elyzara!" came a very familiar, very annoyed voice. "It's almost first bell. Are you both dead or just disrespectful of schedules?"
Aria sat up like a startled cat. "Is that—"
"Yes." I sighed, fixing my hair. "Our favorite person."
[Riven the Righteous, bringer of passive-aggression and perfectly ironed socks,] the system added.
"Do you want to open it or should I?" Aria asked.
