The Wedding Crasher / Aphrodisiac
Botan peered out of the cracked door, being sure to be extra silent. She worried at her bottom lip with her teeth. Everyone outside was having a great time time, laughing it up and mingling, cocktails in hand. She should be out there, too. After all, it was her wedding! But no, her friends insisted on her following the old tradition of not being seen. She quietly huffed before closing the door. Leaning against the wall, she began to toy with the pretty little engagement ring on her finger.
Truth be told, Botan was beginning to have second thoughts about this whole thing. It all seemed a bit soon, in hindsight. Sure, it had been a whirlwind romance. He had swept her off her feet in a way she didn't imagine possible. And then there was the added benefit of him being universally adored by everyone in her life. He even got the Koenma seal of approval, and he wouldn't just agree to let her marry anyone.
Still, she was getting second thoughts. This made her feel horrible. There was no logical reason, she mused, to be having any. He was perfect for her. Today was going to be a wonderful ceremony. She just needed to relax.
She needed to get some air. How? All the doors were being guarded by well-meaning wedding guests. She looked around the room and it was only a few seconds before she realized something. The window! She could go out that way and take a walk in the garden behind the chapel. Not thinking, she slipped her ring off her finger and dropped in a champagne glass.
She went to the window and opened it. Getting out of it would be no problem. And crawling out of it wasn't a problem, until her dress got snagged on the window frame. Oh no! She delicately tried to remove the fabric from the snag, to no avail. Instead, she was rewarded with a dress ripped at the hem. She gasped. This wasn't good! She stumbled out onto the garden path. A quick inspection told her that while yes, it was ripped, it was hard to notice. No one would unless they were close to her. Thank goodness for small favors.
Well, she was already out here. Might as well get some private time before walking down the isle. She was so caught up in her private time that she didn't realize she was heading right into someone coming the opposite direction.
"Ow!" She ran into whoever it was and fell right into a freshly tilled flower bed. If the rip didn't show, this dirt would.
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Truth be told, Botan was beginning to have second thoughts about this whole thing. It all seemed a bit soon, in hindsight. Sure, it had been a whirlwind romance. He had swept her off her feet in a way she didn't imagine possible. And then there was the added benefit of him being universally adored by everyone in her life. He even got the Koenma seal of approval, and he wouldn't just agree to let her marry anyone.
Still, she was getting second thoughts. This made her feel horrible. There was no logical reason, she mused, to be having any. He was perfect for her. Today was going to be a wonderful ceremony. She just needed to relax.
She needed to get some air. How? All the doors were being guarded by well-meaning wedding guests. She looked around the room and it was only a few seconds before she realized something. The window! She could go out that way and take a walk in the garden behind the chapel. Not thinking, she slipped her ring off her finger and dropped in a champagne glass.
She went to the window and opened it. Getting out of it would be no problem. And crawling out of it wasn't a problem, until her dress got snagged on the window frame. Oh no! She delicately tried to remove the fabric from the snag, to no avail. Instead, she was rewarded with a dress ripped at the hem. She gasped. This wasn't good! She stumbled out onto the garden path. A quick inspection told her that while yes, it was ripped, it was hard to notice. No one would unless they were close to her. Thank goodness for small favors.
Well, she was already out here. Might as well get some private time before walking down the isle. She was so caught up in her private time that she didn't realize she was heading right into someone coming the opposite direction.
"Ow!" She ran into whoever it was and fell right into a freshly tilled flower bed. If the rip didn't show, this dirt would.
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