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Alicia and Lee could have gotten married in London. That would have been the sensible thing for them to do. London was a perfectly good place to have a wedding.
Instead they chose a beach. In Las Ballenas
I used to be a morning person. It was easy to be a morning person before the War, when sleep came swiftly and predictably and dreams didn’t always turn into nightmares. I liked getting up early; I liked having a head start on my day. It was the sort of thing that I never expected to change in any significant fashion.
But it did, of course.
I had spent a lot of time thinking about how I would hide my scars without seeming like I was trying to hide my scars; Fred seemed to occupy the opposite end of that spectrum.
I had resigned myself to the fact that I would likely have to go to a nightclub or three while we were visiting Las Ballenas. I had made an agreement with Alicia: I would be a good sport and go along if I didn't have to kiss a stranger or drink some sort of overly fancy drink from a vessel that was not normally used for drinking.
Wednesday was just an extended series of mistakes.
I was trying with great difficulty to remind myself that I didn't care what Fred did but Yolanda smiled back at him and I was fairly certain I was going to die.
It was difficult to sleep Wednesday night. Partly because of Fred and Fred-related thoughts, partly because my mind was often at odds with my body when it came to sleep.
It was dark, but I could practically see the gears turning in Alicia's head as she looked from me to Fred and back again. I tried to keep my expression as neutral as possible, like it was perfectly normal for me to be sharing biscuits with her handsome friend after two o'clock in the morning.
I didn't like it, but Alicia had given me a lot to think about.
The wedding was on Saturday, so Friday was supposed to conclude with a quiet evening in.
That night, my dreams were filled with fireworks.
Alicia had told me that I didn’t have to make a toast.
I didn’t set out to crash Alicia and Lee’s first brunch as newlyweds, but in my defense:
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