Elane's fingers move daintily through my hair as she braids my hair to form a sort of crown. When she's done I turn to her and kiss her lips.
"You're not meant to do that until he says you can kiss the bride," Elane says giggling.
I laugh too. In just a few hours, Elane will be mine and I will be hers.
"Wren's waiting for you in her quarters to get you dressed," Mare says as she enters my room holding a pile of white fabric.
"See you soon Evie," Elane says as she leaves our room.
I turn my attention to Mare sitting in a plush armchair in her everyday clothes. This may be my wedding but, I will never miss an opportunity to make Mare look beautiful for Cal.
I walk over to the closet and pull out a silver dress.
"Is that for me?" Mare gasps.
"Well I'm pretty sure the one your holding is mine and you didn't think I'd let you choose what you're wearing did you?"
Mare laughs and runs her hand over my dress.
"Well here, lets swap, because I'm not the one who needs a wedding dress."
I swap dresses with her, smirking.
"What?" Mare asks
"Nothing," I reply winking.
Next thing I know I've copped an elbow to the ribs.
"Mare, you know I can't be bruised on my wedding day," I chastise.
Mare just laughs.

Mare gasps when I walk out of my ensuite in my wedding dress. It's white with a bejeweled top half. Mare looks beautiful too in her silver dress, with an open back and a slit down one side, I think Cal will like it.

And he did. As soon as he caught sight of Mare, his mouth was hanging wide open. The ceremony was a blur of tears and smiles. Now, we're sitting at a long table celebrating. Mare stands up and the table quiets.
"I'd just like to ask one thing of one of our brides if I could," She asks looking at me. I nod as if urging her to continue. "Evangeline next time we spar could you be so kind as to not put a metal spear through my foot, my foot is still hurting from this morning, thank you," Mare says before sitting. The whole table bursts out in laughter. The night continues and more memories are made, memories I'll never forget. I remember thanking Farley a dozen times for her help in saving Ptolemus, who was recovered enough to attend.