[ Her fingers dig into the wall she hides behind, feeling a bit.. She doesn't know, bad? For the random guy getting carted away by crazy Madam Vermeer?? Lottie desperately wishes he didn't make eye contact with her, or that she didn't instinctively hide before Madam Vermeer saw her and started this charade.
....Ugh, Lottie hates being a good person. ]
Umm.. Excuse me!
[ She comes rounding the corner in the most extravagant, pristine and especially out of place, wedding dress. It's poofy and large, she has to use her hands (which is difficult, as she is carrying her magic wand, a pretty rose, in one and it's cramping up but entrances) to lift the gown up so it won't touch the road, and her heels are kicking up speckles of dirt, but at least her hair is pulled back into a bun. Briefly, she readjusts her veil and points to Cal. ]
He is already spoken β [ Oops. She stumbles a little dangerously on her heels, and flounders spectacularly when she finishes: ] for!
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....Ugh, Lottie hates being a good person. ]
Umm.. Excuse me!
[ She comes rounding the corner in the most extravagant, pristine and especially out of place, wedding dress. It's poofy and large, she has to use her hands (which is difficult, as she is carrying her magic wand, a pretty rose, in one and it's cramping up but entrances) to lift the gown up so it won't touch the road, and her heels are kicking up speckles of dirt, but at least her hair is pulled back into a bun. Briefly, she readjusts her veil and points to Cal. ]
He is already spoken β [ Oops. She stumbles a little dangerously on her heels, and flounders spectacularly when she finishes: ] for!