Never thought I'd meet you here
It could be love
We could be the way forward
And I know I'll pay for it


This was not the first of these meetings; Brooks did not have to attend all of them, but Morrigan did. Theirs was to be a smallish wedding, because Brooks' family didn't speak with him and Mor's was all spread out and bereft of many members, but somehow there were still several pieces of planning involved. They were to marry at the Sanditon Resort, which seemed expensive to Morrigan, but she was her father's only daughter. Now that they had the location, and she had a dress, all of the details seemed — silly.

But Brooks came regularly for meetings like this, where they talked about the wedding. Mostly Morrigan thought they were trying to wait out her stepmother, so that they could kiss in her parlor when no one was watching them. But her stepmother had not left them yet.

"What do you think my floral arrangement should mean?" Morrigan asked; her lips quirked upwards in the right corner, a faint smile, as she met Brooks' eyes. "I need to submit my request to The Florist Potts soon. And I've been told that pale flowers may be unbecoming."