Watching her cousin's wedding was already too much of a reminder of what the end of Adrienne's path looked like. She watched the ceremony with mild disdain, knowing that it was only a matter of time before she would find herself in Liliana's position. At the altar and to be married off to someone and taken away from Ari. It took all her might to not scowl. It didn't help that her dress felt unnaturally tight. Even the ribbons in her hair felt constricting.

By the end of the ceremony, Adrienne had lured herself into a false sense of contentedness, and she was keen to walk around, which always made her feel better. She rolled her eyes at the idea of more roses. Merlin, there were so many roses, she was astonished there were any left in the country. Ari always had such brilliant ideas for flowers though, so she indulged him and snagged a few for herself as well. "Oh, it was a wedding," she said with a sigh as she raised the flower petals to her nose to sniff them. They really did smell lovely. Despite her cousin's vanity, Adrienne had to admit she chose well. "I'm sure Witch Weekly will write some sort of piece for them or whatnot." she replied.

Perhaps come the time, she would feel generous enough to get a copy and write to Liliana complimenting her on how well they spoke of her. Highly unlikely given her birth, though. Frankly, Adrienne not asking to debut along with her cousin was a wedding gift enough as far as she was concerned. Thoughts of what Liliana's reaction would have been were interrupted by another mention of marriage, and Adrienne responded by slouching and scowling at the rose. "If my betrothed's name is Chester, we're running away back to France." she replied mutinously, running the petals of the rose in between her thumb and forefinger. "Or if he is at all an oaf and doesn't let me see you on a daily basis, I'm simply going to have to find a way to make him let me." There were no guesses as to what she would do to make him, either.

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