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Padmé looks at her wrist as her soulmate timer counts down closer to zero. Her soulmate was in this ballroom, and that made her heart beat a tad faster.
“Having fun, milady?” Sabé murmurs, appearing at her side from nowhere.
“A little.”
“You look anxious.”
“Do I?” Padmé glances around the ballroom.
Sabé says, “You should relax.”
Padmé — touched — glances at her, “You’re always taking care of me.”
Sabé grins, “You know I love you.”
Padmé watches as a cursive Sabé appears on her wrist.
She turns to her best friend looking equally shocked, eyes wide at her own wrist.