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Most of getting married on an island, especially one like Tabula Rasa, didn't bother Catherine all that much. Formalities were mostly irritating bits and pieces to be skipped whenever possible, and she'd never really thought she'd get married anyway. She was married to her work. Who wanted to be with a woman who not only came with kids, but kids in comas?
Except that it wasn't an issue here, because there was no Edward, and no Carl, and no... institute.
And if she didn't have anything else, she wanted a wedding dress. Something white, something pretty.
Catherine sat with the clothing box, cajoling it gently, and pulling out all sorts of normal and abnormal clothing. Shirts, skirts, winter boots... she sighed. Really, she was about to give up, and then a tiny patch of white caught her eye. She sat up straighter, and pulled, this time gently, until a whole mound of white material, soft and fluffy, sat in her lap.
"Oh my god," she whispered, tears springing to her eyes. It shouldn't have been there, not when it only existed in her head, but there it was, the dress she had worn to meet Edward the last time.
"Thank you," she whispered, because it was perfect and it was a sign, she could believe in that. "Thank you, Edward. Thank you, Carl."
Except that it wasn't an issue here, because there was no Edward, and no Carl, and no... institute.
And if she didn't have anything else, she wanted a wedding dress. Something white, something pretty.
Catherine sat with the clothing box, cajoling it gently, and pulling out all sorts of normal and abnormal clothing. Shirts, skirts, winter boots... she sighed. Really, she was about to give up, and then a tiny patch of white caught her eye. She sat up straighter, and pulled, this time gently, until a whole mound of white material, soft and fluffy, sat in her lap.
"Oh my god," she whispered, tears springing to her eyes. It shouldn't have been there, not when it only existed in her head, but there it was, the dress she had worn to meet Edward the last time.
"Thank you," she whispered, because it was perfect and it was a sign, she could believe in that. "Thank you, Edward. Thank you, Carl."