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River had just been looking for something to read. The bookshelf hadn't been mean to her in a long time, so she had figured they had reached some kind of unspoken truce. She didn't even think it was being mean just now, just presumptuous.
"I didn't ask for your opinion," she grumbled, a copy of "Elegant Wedding Magazine" in her hand. "Just give me a book."
But there were no books on the shelf just then. Magazine after magazine was all it had. "Elegant Bride", "Modern Bride", "In Style Weddings", "Weddings with Style", "New Jersey Bride", "You & Your Wedding."
"Fine," she said, finally. It couldn't hurt, after all, to study up on weddings a little bit. She'd never had one of her own before, so she settled herself on the floor in front of the shelf with a copy of "Bride and Bloom."
An hour and half and several magazines later, and she almost had herself convinced that not only were the centerpieces on the tables she hadn't planned to have at all the most vital thing in the universe, but that everything was going to be a disaster if she didn't have twelve bridesmaids and a ring bearer. And she didn't even have a clue where they were even going to get rings in the first place, and she was out of her mind to have agreed to marry Mal if it was going to be this much trouble, and she was going to wreck the whole thing and he was going to be sorry he had asked because she didn't know how to pick a color scheme, and didn't even want one to begin with, which was clearly, if the magazines were to be trusted, a major failing in a bride.
River was no stranger to irrational panic, but this was a whole new level of crazy.
"I didn't ask for your opinion," she grumbled, a copy of "Elegant Wedding Magazine" in her hand. "Just give me a book."
But there were no books on the shelf just then. Magazine after magazine was all it had. "Elegant Bride", "Modern Bride", "In Style Weddings", "Weddings with Style", "New Jersey Bride", "You & Your Wedding."
"Fine," she said, finally. It couldn't hurt, after all, to study up on weddings a little bit. She'd never had one of her own before, so she settled herself on the floor in front of the shelf with a copy of "Bride and Bloom."
An hour and half and several magazines later, and she almost had herself convinced that not only were the centerpieces on the tables she hadn't planned to have at all the most vital thing in the universe, but that everything was going to be a disaster if she didn't have twelve bridesmaids and a ring bearer. And she didn't even have a clue where they were even going to get rings in the first place, and she was out of her mind to have agreed to marry Mal if it was going to be this much trouble, and she was going to wreck the whole thing and he was going to be sorry he had asked because she didn't know how to pick a color scheme, and didn't even want one to begin with, which was clearly, if the magazines were to be trusted, a major failing in a bride.
River was no stranger to irrational panic, but this was a whole new level of crazy.