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They do a lot of planning, her and Alina, for a wedding they might not have: Nestled together in the bed they share, pressed up close to one another with their heads cradled upon the same pillow. Talulah has some familiarity with weddings from what she remembers of Lungmen; Alina is happy to listen to her suggestions.
“I think,” Talulah says, “I’d want it to be small. Nothing too showy. And with white carnations—”
“Because they stand for good luck,” Alina finishes.
She dreams of a blurry future that night, Alina bedecked in a veil as the snow finally melts.