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There were pansies all over the venue. Pansy looked around at them with a bittersweet smile. It was a beautiful reminder of how her soon-to-be spouse had courted her in those early days when she had still held a grudge just because of her name. If she could travel back in time and tell eleven-year-old Pansy Parkinson that one day she would marry that girl… Well, she definitely wouldn’t have believed it then—she barely believed it now.
But there she walked down the aisle, the only Lavender in sight, the only one Pansy could stand, one Pansy even loved.