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“Stop! Stop! You’re gonna make a mess again!” Pom-Pom snatches the bottle of juice out of Stelle’s hands. “Why are you even trying to fill it to the brim!? You know it can’t go higher than the edge, right!?”

“March wanted a big glass of juice! I was just trying to make it for her!” Stelle argues back.

“Hey! I didn’t asked for a glass that full!” March grumbles. Looking at the way too full glass, she sighs. “I can’t even lift it without spilling…”

“I’ll get you a straw, then.” Stelle decides before leaving in a hurry. “Just wait here!”

March and Pom-Pom sigh in unison. “Pom-Pom’s not sure it will make it any better. You two are way too clumsy to do this kind of stunt.”

“Who are you calling clumsy, conductor?” The pink-haired pouts indignantly.

“Do you want the complete list of everything you’ve broken because you wanted to do a magic trick or prove how dexterous you are?” deadpans the bunny-like creature.

“Nobody here is better with a bow than me, though!” March shoots back.

“And that’s where your sharpness ends, I’m afraid.” Dan Heng chimes in.

“You couldn’t back me up, couldn’t you?” the pink-haired asks monotonously, narrowing her eyes at him.

“I’d rather not lie to the conductor.” is all he replies as he pours himself a glass.

“Hmph, I know all the passengers too well anyway.” huffs Pom-Pom. “You can’t lie to me.” they add before leaving.

With a blue and pink straw in hand and a satisfied smile on her face, Stelle comes back to the Party Car. She couldn’t wait to see March’s reaction at this adorable straw.
She had scouted almost every store she could find on every world she had visited, earning herself Dan Heng’s sceptical look as she begged him to go with her.
After all, two persons searching would be more efficient than one, isn’t it?

The only answer she got was “Isn’t it a bit too much? It’s just straws.”
Well, was it going a bit far for mere straws?
Maybe.
Did March deserved that dedication?
To Stelle, that was akin to asking if water was wet.

March looked focused on her discussion with Pom-Pom, enough so Stelle could easily sneak up to her. And it was so tempting. So, so tempting. A rapid assessment of the situation confirmed nothing bad would happen, and Stelle slowed down.
Her long strides turned into shorter, slower steps, creeping on her unaware girlfriend with a wide grin.

“March.” she says loudly as she taps the pink-haired’s shoulder firmly.

“Eek!” March flinches, and inevitably, Stelle laughs. It should be illegal to have reactions that cute, she thinks.

“Stelle!” the poor victim whines, swatting at the gray-haired’s arm in retaliation. “I already told you not to scare me like that!”

“Sorry, sorry!” she answers, struggling to stop laughing.

“You’re not!” March pouts, hands on her hips.

“Would a cute straw be enough for you to pardon me?” Stelle asks, bowing her head as she offers the straw.

“A cute wha-? Ooooh it’s so pretty!” March squees in awe when she sees it. Stelle can’t help but glance at Dan Heng, that had been observing them from his seat, throwing him a smug look. She knew March would get it. He only answer with a sigh and a shake of his head. “I love it, where did you got that?”

“Found them in a small store in Aurum Alley. It was the last one-hundred straws bag, and I already asked the owner to tell me when he get s more.”

“I never even thought I could get straws in those colours…” March whispers, looking at the straws between her fingers.
She leans on Stelle, tip-toeing to reach her cheek and leave a kiss there. “Thank you, dear.”

“You’re welcome.” Stelle answers softly, a goofy smile gracing her blushing face.

“And here’s the cake!” the conductor announces as they come back pushing a cart. “Midnight approaches, it’s time for dessert!”

“Already?” Stelle exclaims. “Shoot, I still have not installed it!”

“Installed what?”

“You’ll see!” She shouts, bolting to her room.

Around the table, the other Trailblazers share confused looks and stares at the stairs, wondering with what could come back the gray-haired.

It’s only a matter of a few minutes before she hurries down the stairs, carrying her desk chair and… a tree branch?

“Slow down Stellie! I don’t want you to get hurt!”

“Don’t worry I maxed my DEF!” she shouts back, smiling. Setting the chair down, she takes out some string and attach it to the branch, before getting up on the chair.

“Stelle, if the chair moves, you’ll fall…” Dan Heng sighs.

“I won’t fall, my balance is way too good for that!” she retorts proudly.

“You know this isn’t mistletoe Stelle, right?” asks Welt.

“I don’t even know what mistletoe is or even what it looks like!” Stelle chuckles. “Does it really matter, Mr. Yang?”

The old man sighs. “Technically, yes it does. Mistletoe has cultural significance and that’s why it’s used, ah, the way it is. Though, since it’s unlikely to find it anywhere in this universe, I suppose we can disregard it.”

The two other women, and Dan Heng look puzzled.
After all, he has never really talked about Earth’s traditions to them, now that he thinks about it. Though, it’s so close to midnight, they won’t need his explanations. Stelle will gladly show them in a short while.

“Mr. Yang said it’s a tradition in his home world!” Stelle explains simply.

“And what is it about?”

“You’ll see later!” she answers enthusiastically. “It’s for midnight!”

“You know we can just ask Mr. Yang, right?”

“You could, but she said she wants to keep it a surprise.” Welt says apologetically.

Himeko grins while March groans in disappointment. “Does it really need to stay a secret?”

“It won’t stay for long!” Stelle laughs.

The branch is now suspended to the bar, and she leans a bit backward, hands on her hips, to contemplate her handiwork. Ah, truly, she’s a master at decorating rooms. Pom-Pom should let her redecora-

She may have leaned a bit too much, the wheelchair rolling forward and throwing off her -self-admittedly- good balance. Falling backwards, she prepares to hit her butt on the ground.

“Oof!” March grunts when she catches Stelle in her arms, almost falling over herself under her girlfriend’s inertia. “Dan Heng told you it was dangerous!” she scolds the gray-haired.

“I can’t be in danger if you’re here, though.” Stelle smirks, wrapping her arms around March’s neck.

The pink-haired blushes heavily, and quickly sets Stelle up again, looking away. “S-stellie! You can’t just say things like this…”

“Now, to recover from our emotions,” Himeko chuckles. “How about we get back to the cake?”

The two women sit down, chairs as close as possible, as the navigator cuts the cake.

“Huh, Himeko, don’t we have something more… appropriate to cut the cake?” Dan Heng asks hesitantly.

The redhead looks at her suitcase’s buzz saw in confusion. “Well it works perfectly. Why would I take something else?”

The young man looks at his slice of cake, uncertain. The cutter generates so much heat, the slices have melted on the edge, if they aren’t downright burned. Not really his favourite type of cake.

It doesn’t seem to concern his friends though, Stelle and March happily feeding each other their slices, under their elders’ tender gaze.

“I suppose starting the year with such love display is good fortune.” Himeko giggles, Welt nodding next to her.

“Huh?” Stelle snaps to her, confused. “Midnight has passed already?”

“No, not yet.” Himeko assures her. “In a few minutes.”

“There’s only one minute left!” Stelle exclaims, looking at her pocket watch. She grabs March’s hand and pull her up, dragging her under the suspended tree branch. “We don’t have much time left!”

“Hey! Wha-!” March looks at her confusedly, looking back and forth between her girlfriend and her unfinished slice of cake still sitting on the table. “What is it about, Stelle?”

The gray-haired doesn’t answer her question, just wrapping her arms around the smaller woman’s waist, a wide, stupidly pretty smile adorning her face. “I’ve been waiting for days for this moment.” she almost whispers, looking at her watch again.

Thirty seconds left.

“Mr. Yang and I talked about New Year’s celebrations the other day.” she finally starts explaining. “And we talked about his home world’s traditions. Honestly it was pretty interesting.”

“Aaah…” March sighs. “It’d be great if we could explore his world. I want to meet his friends.”

“Me too.” Stelle giggles. “He talked about something though. And I wanted to do it with you.”

“Girls, ten seconds left!” Himeko calls. “9, 8, 7...”

“He says that on his home world, for the New Year, couples would walk under a plant…”

“The mistletoe thingy? What for?”

“3, 2, 1…”

“For that!” Stelle pulls March suddenly and presses their lips together. A little bit too hard, maybe, March did feel her teeth hitting Stelle’s, but a movement so sudden, so eager, was so, oh so “Stelle” that she couldn’t be mad, nor say it really hurt that much. She wraps her arms around Stelle’s neck and presses herself harder against her.
Stelle’s tongue find its way in March’s mouth and they abandon themselves even more, neither of them wanting to part. The pink-haired could feel how Stelle had waited for this, how happy she was.
It’s only when their lungs start to ache, when there’s truly no oxygen left in their systems, that they part, panting heavily, trying to catch their breath.

“Happy New Year, March.”

“Happy New Year, you silly.”

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It had been a while.

March has been in love with her newest crew mate for a while now. She hadn’t seen it coming, really.
Oh, of course she had found those dull yellow eyes beautiful when she first saw them.
Of course, she had found her deep, rocky voice attractive when she first heard it.
But how could had she predicted she’d fall in love with the woman those belonged to?
Hell, if anyone had told her she would when they first met, March would just have laughed.

She wouldn’t be laughing anymore, though.
That woman nearly abandoned them all, and it broke her heart.

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Stelle is sure something is up with March.
They were supposed to be stargazing, at the pink-haired’s own demand (or order, rather, given how she had dragged Stelle from the Parlor Car to her room), but Stelle knows March has spent more time gazing at her rather than at the stars.
And the expression on her face definitely isn’t happiness.

Not that it’s the first time. Ever since they came back from Belobog, March has been… different.
Looking at her like she’s not sure Stelle really is here, but averting her eyes whenever Stelle caught her gaze.
Being more hesitant to initiate physical contact, sometimes even backing down when Stelle reacted in surprise, as if Stelle was made in porcelain and could break at a simple touch.
Yet at the same time requiring her presence more often than ever before, acting like Stelle would disappear like a wild animal should she let her out of her field of vision.

Having March by her side that much wouldn’t, shouldn’t, be something Stelle complains about.
Not with how cute the pink-haired is. With how easy it is to tease her, how adorable her reactions are when her cheeks become tainted with pink.
With how endearing it is to listen to her rambling about photography, or the last movie she watched, or absolutely anything the pink-haired liked.
Not with how pretty her smile is. (Is it what love is? Maybe, Stelle thinks. She likes it.)

Except Stelle can’t shake away she is the cause of March’s strange behaviour.
Has she done something wrong? Said anything stupid?
If yes, why would March want her around so much? If not, why does March keeps frowning, only smiling when talking to the others?

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Should I tell her how I feel? March wonders, looking at the other woman sited on her windowsill.
Pressing her Pom-Pom plushie against her chest, she forces herself to look outside again. The last thing she needs is Stelle thinking of her as some weirdo who keeps staring at her for no reason.

Is it worth it? To risk their friendship for feelings that may be unrequited only because March got scared of losing her? Isn’t it selfish?

Stelle isn’t selfish. That what made her endearing to March right away. She would only think of herself after the others, throwing away her own life on a whim if it meant saving others.

She already did it twice now. Once for March alone.

March is selfish.
March wants Stelle to stay alive. At her side. She wants her to be pay more attention of herself.
March wants to prevent her from recklessly endangering her own life for others.
But she’s not at strong, physically or mentally.

“Huh?” Strong arms sneak around her waist and pull her out of her thoughts. Stelle has crawled to her side and looks at her worriedly.

“Mind telling me what’s wrong, Marchie?”

The pink-haired girl lowers her head. Is it the opportunity she was waiting for? Should she says something? “It’s nothing important…”

“Don’t lie to me.” Stelle says. Never before did she spoke with such a serious tone. “Something’s been bothering you since we came back from Jarilo-VI.”

Okay. This is it. Stelle wants to know. No backing down now.
Be brave, March. You can do it. She presses her forehead against Stelle’s chest.

She draws in a shaky breath. Now. “What would you do if… if I died?”

“I won’t let that happen.” Stelle answers firmly, pressing March harder against her.

“That’s not the question.”

“I don’t want to imagine that.” the gray-haired almost whispers. She doesn’t understand from where does that question comes from.

“Then…” March lifts up her head, pressing an ear against her chest. Feeling Stelle’s heartbeat was so reassuring. “Do you think I want to imagine what I’d do if you died?”

If she died..? “I’m not gonna die, Mar-”

“YOU CAN’T SAY THAT! YOU ALMOST DIED TWICE STELLE!” March suddenly yells, looking straight into her eyes as she interrupts her. Tears fill her eyes, and she lowers her gaze once more. “I’m sorry… I didn’t meant to yell…”

Oh, so that’s what it was all about. Stelle thinks as her left hand starts stroking March’s hair gently.
March hiccups, trying not to cry. “You’ve been lucky… but who knows how long you’ll keep cheating death? I don’t want to lose you…”

A first tear rolls down her cheek. “I don’t want to lose anyone… But I really don’t want to lose you.” A second tear. “A-And I’m scared I will… I still see that lance through your chest.”

Tears now streaming down her face, March looks up once again and stares into her eyes. “I-I love you Stelle.” She braces herself. “I-it’s fine if you don’t. But I don’t want to live that ever again. Don’t go sacrificing yourself so easily...”

Two gloved hands come to wipe her eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t thought about how it makes you feel.” Stelle sighs. “I don’t want to see you like that ever again, either.”

Staring right into her bicolored eyes, she smiles softly. “After all, I love you too much to bear that.”

“You’re so precious to me, Stelle.” March sighs. “Never do that again, please.”

“So are you.” Stelle smiles. “I promise I’ll be more careful.”

“C-can I kiss you?” March asks hesitantly, sniffing.

“You didn’t need to ask.” Stelle presses their lips together.
March melts, both in relief and in the kiss. It feels good, like a weight lifted off her shoulders.
She wants to believe it was a proof everything would always be okay from now on. That, as long as they’re together, nothing bad can happen.

They’re out of breath when they finally part, wide smiles on their faces.

“I’ll never leave you behind, March. I promise.” Stelle whispers.

“You’d better stick to that promise.” March grins.

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March had been working all afternoon, going through dozens of pictures, selecting and editing them, when Stelle popped up in her home office.

“Marchie, dinner’s ready!” She said as she plopped down her head on top of March’s, her arms lazily wrapped around the pink-haired’s neck.

“You cooked!?” March exclaimed. “That’s strange, you don’t smell like burnt.”

“Hey!” the gray-haired pouted. “I followed the recipe closely, how could I mess up?”

“Following the recipe didn’t save you last time.” March chuckled. “You set off the smoke detector with mashed potatoes.”

“Hmph. I’ve improved since!”

March’s stomach growled, and she got up, pushing away her girlfriend’s arms. “Let’s see if that’s true!” she laughs.

In the kitchen, a pot of rice sat on the counter, two plates already waiting on their small table, the only difference the fried egg in one, the steak in the other.
The pink-haired woman gasped, clasping her hands over her mouth. “You didn’t set off the smoke detector with a steak?”

“I cook your favorite meal and that’s how you thank me?” Stelle answered flatly.

“Let me tease you for once.~” March giggled before kissing her girlfriend’s cheek. “Thank you, my great cook.~”

“I prefer that.” Stelle smiled smugly, cheeks tainted in pink.

Dinner was going as usual, Stelle recalling her day at the museum she worked at, complaining about the current restoration project being stuck. March listened patiently, until Stelle suddenly stopped.

“Do you want condiments?” she asked.

March was confused. They were halfway through dinner, wasn’t it a bit late to ask?

Stelle didn’t let her anytime to answer, though, and she bolted up to grab the salt shaker.
A gray trash can.
March hadn’t believed her eyes the day her girlfriend got home with these salt and pepper shakers. It was funny, though, and considering how much Stelle had filled their garage with “treasures” (trash found in junkyards, really), she thought it was quite fitting.

But seriously, were there enough people like Stelle to warrant making -and selling- these in industrial quantities?

The salt shaker in hand, Stelle planted herself at March’s side, who extend her hand to grab it.

Except Stelle didn’t give it to her. No.

She dropped on one knee, looked up at her and… opened the ‘salt shaker’.

“March 7th, will you marry me?” she asked, eyes strangely filled with apprehension.

“Oh my Aeons. Oh my Aeons!” March buried her face in her hands for a second. “I can’t believe it…”

Stelle got up, worried. “You don’t have to say yes if… if you don’t want to, there’s no press-”

“Yes! I say yes, of course I will marry you!” March looked up, tears rolling down her cheeks, a big smile on her face. She got up and tackled Stelle into a hug. “I can’t believe it finally happened!”

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March still can’t believe it’s happening.
After 8 years of dating since high school, she was considering proposing herself. In fact, she was a few days away of ordering the ring (she ordered it anyway, because it was so pretty, she wanted to see it on Stelle).

In the wedding venue’s changing room, she’s getting ready, helped by her mother Himeko and her Auntie Swann.
Real pinnacles of elegance, examples for March, who had more than once used them as models when she was studying photography in school, the two women had been vital to help her choose her wedding dress. They had settled on a backless dress adorned with florals patterns, four-petals flowers dotting the garment.
At March’s request, a flower, right under her chest, was colored in pink and yellow.
It showed a bit more cleavage than what March was used to, but it was nothing compared to the first dress Swann showed her. Seriously, the neckline almost reached the belly button on that one!
Her aunt had laughed so much when she saw how much it made March blush!

“Okay, now it’s closed.” Himeko smiles, looking at March through the mirror. “Can you tell me if it’s well adjusted, March?”

“Yep, it’s good, it’s not too tight!” March beams, moving her arms and upper body.

“Don’t move so much, you’re gonna make me mess up the eyeliner. You don’t want to be poked in the eye now, do you?” Swann grins mischievously.

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In the adjacent room, Stelle is adjusting her suit again, her mother and sister at her sides. She was a bit nervous, though she didn’t really know why.
March said yes, after all, why would she change her mind now? She was so excited she barely could sleep last night.

Kafka must have noticed, and sets her hands on her daughter’s shoulders. “Relax, sweetie. Today’s your day, everything will be alright.”

“Yeah!” Firefly beams. “What could possibly happen?”

“Famous last words!” Stelle laughs.
“Don’t worry, I’m making sure mom doesn’t drink too much.” Firefly giggles.

“Why do you two act like I’m an alcoholic..?” Kafka laments jokingly.

“Well, Himeko’s here… We don’t really want to you to hit on her drunk.”

“So I can hit on her sober?” the magenta-haired woman smirks.

“Mom!”

“I’m gonna feel weird if my wife’s mom becomes my step-moth- Hey!”

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An extravagant man roams the venue, checking cameras after cameras. “Now, now, where are the brides?” he asks as he gets to the changing rooms.

“They’re ready, Reca.” Swann smiles. “I suppose you are, too?”

“Yes, yes! Four cameras under different angles, two different filters, I’m ready to start the shooting anytime!” He exclaims excitedly.

“Your dedication is appreciated, Mr. Reca, but isn’t it a bit too much?” tentatively asks Himeko, as she comes out with March.

“What? For a day such as this, nothing is too much! These two young women are living one of the most important day of their life, for the Aeons’ sake!” He sighs dramatically. “I’d be a failure of a photograph if I don’t give it my all!”

“Remind me to double his payment, Auntie.” March whispers. “I’d feel bad otherwise.”

Kafka and Firefly leaves the changing room with a blindfolded Stelle, giggling. “Hey take that off me!”

Her mother pointedly ignore her pleas. “Mr. Reca, ready?”

“Take her to the venue.” he nods.

Pushed by Himeko, March follows, intrigued. What have these two women planned for them?

“Miss March, please stand here.” the photograph instructs. “Perfect! Truly perfect! Now, Miss Stelle…” He grabs the gray-haired woman by the arm and places her right in front her soon-to-be wife. “Just a moment, please… aaaaand now! You can take off the blindfold!”

“What was that even for-” Stelle cuts herself as soon as she recovers her vision, her eyes falling on a vision from another world. Her jaw drops to the floor in awe. “I’m gonna die right here.” she whispers flatly.

She had never seen March’s dress before, as the pink-haired woman wanted to keep it a surprise. And Stelle understood why.
March was always beautiful, and Stelle would fight anyone who dared contest that, but… She was now facing an angel. She couldn’t contain herself.
The way the dress hugged March’s upper body, the flower with their colors, right under her chest… that Stelle was doing her best to not ogle shamelessly. No, no it would be absolutely inappropriate to do that, in front of everyone on top of that!
The click of Reca’s cameras repeats itself a few times. “It’s perfect! Perfect!” he mutters to himself.

“Stelle? Is something wrong?” March worries, getting closer. Without warning, Stelle grins and pulls her against her.

“Do you know how lucky I am? How lucky I am to have such a pretty wife?” she says with a flirtatious smile. March gets redder than her mother’s hair, and buries her face into Stelle’s chest.

“You’re not married yet.” A new voice deadpans.

“Bronie! Let her have her fun!” Firefly pouts.

Stelle turns her head at her, smiling mischievously. “Oh yeah? Robin, are you ready?” she calls their officiant.

“Whenever you are!” The white-haired woman shouts back.

“Then…” she turns back to March. “Shall we go?”

Robin takes her mic and her musicians start playing. She looks at the audience, takes a deep breath, and starts. “Welcome, ladies and gentlemen! My name’s Robin and, in that special day where we’ll celebrate March and Stelle’s union, I’ll have the pleasure to officiate the ceremony.”

At the back of the venue, the brides are waiting. Firefly has taken Bronie with her to their seats, and Swann has regained her place next to her own wife.
Only their mother remain by their sides. Robin looks at them. “Now, if miss March 7th could come to me?”

Slowly, clutching Himeko’s arm in nervousness, March walks to the stage. She sees the smiles of their friends, the words of encouragements they give her.
Once they’re at the front, she turns to her mother, who offers her her gentlest smile. Behind, Robin is also smiling to her.

“Now, if Miss Stelle could walk to us?” Robin calls.

Stelle and Kafka don’t waste a second and poor Kafka has to force her daughter to slow down so she doesn’t trip. “Hey sweetie, remember your old mom is wearing high heels, will you?” she chuckles.

Around them, the audience laughs. March looks at them fondly, smiling.
Stelle looks up to the stage, a stupidly wide grin on her face as she stares at March, and starts walking again, painfully slowly. Kafka giggles next to her, and March waves at them.

“Come on! You don’t need to be that slow!” she shouts.

“What? Are you in such a hurry to kiss me?” Stelle retorts.

“I might be~! But you, are you scared of marrying me now?” March grins. “Let me remind everyone you proposed, not me!”

The audience laughs and Stelle finally reaches the stage, the two mother-daughter duos now facing each other.
Robin asks the mothers to leave, the musicians to play something calmer, and clears her throat.

“Let’s start, shall we! Because that’s how it goes, we’ll start by stating the right and duties of marriage.”

“Can’t we just skip to the good part?” Stelle whines.

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Robin finishes her speech. Finally, the legal litany was over, and the brides were visibly getting excited. Stelle was even bouncing a bit, smiling so wide Robin wondered if her cheeks hurt.

She decides to address the audience. “Let me thank you all once again for your presence today. In such a day where we celebrate the sacred union of marriage, it is delightful to see so many people reunited around the idea of love, and commitment.”

“Robin… please.” Stelle bounces in excitement, already reaching for March.

Their officiant grins at her. “May I remind the brides they have to exchange their vows first?”
The audience laughs.

“You’d think Stelle would hold herself better at her own wedding!” Firefly whispers to Bronie with a chuckle.

“Remember who you’re talking about, sis. Girl gushed about March for one month non-stop when they started dating.”

Stelle feign annoyance, sighing loudly, before turning to face March. The reflection of the sun in her eyes makes them shine, and her bright smile almost blinds her.

“So… Can I start?” Stelle throws a glance at Robin, who nods. “March, when I first met you, I knew I’d make you my wife someday. Today, I’ve realized my dreams!”

A few seconds pass, Robin looking at Stelle expectantly. Stelle stares back at her, seemingly confused. “Why are you looking at me like that? I’m finished.”

“Really? You have nothing to add?” It’s Robin’s turn to be confused.

“Well, I can start by saying I’ve never been attracted to your romanticism!” March laughs. She recomposes herself and locks her eyes into Stelle’s own. “Nine years ago, Fate decided we meet each other, in that high school classroom. When you entered the room, I’ve immediately been drawn to you. Your mischievous smile, the spark in your eyes… They were beautiful.”
She smiles.
“We got to know each other, and I discovered that under that handsome face hid a confident, kind and caring woman. And I fell in love with her. I liked everything about her, even her terrible sense of humor.”
March takes a step forward and grabs Stelle’s hand.
“I’ve know for years I never want to be apart from you. And today, even more than ever before, I hope we’ll be together forever. Forever and ever.”

Stelle is speechless, a blissful smile on her face, a tear rolling down her cheek. “Is… Is that what I was supposed to say..?” She pulls March into a hug. “I’m just falling in love all over again!”

The wedding rings exchange goes smoothly, even though Stelle struggle a bit to put March’s, still literally shaking in happiness.

“And finally we reach the part everyone’s waiting for!” Robins declares with a wide smile. “Miss March 7th, do you take Miss Stelle as your wife?”

“I do.”

“Miss Stelle, do you take Miss March 7th as your wife?”

“I thought you’d never ask! I do!”

“Then, I pronounce you wife… and wife!” Robin chuckles. “You may now kiss your spouse.”

Stelle doesn’t need to be told twice and pulls March into a passionate kiss. She’s been holding back for what feels like an eternity now, and she’s relishing in that kiss.
March pulls her even closer, deepening the kiss even more. There’s no one around them anymore. No crowd watching them. No Himeko and Kafka watching them lovingly. No Dan Heng wondering how long do they intend to make out in front of them.
Even no Swann and Acheron reliving their own wedding, years ago.

All those weeks of preparations, that legalese talk, to arrive to that moment. All this love pouring out...

*Click*

… captured on camera, for all of eternity.