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moonsickness[Remissa floos in to Siria's flat a good fifteen minutes past the time they'd agreed to meet, her bridesmaid's outfit for Jane and Lily's wedding in a garment bag tucked under her arm.
The smile directed at Siria is a little sheepish, for a few reasons.] Sorry I'm late.
[That's one. The other, larger reason is sort of why they're doing this. Remissa doesn't really dress up. Ever. Make-up is sort of a foreign concept and heels, even low ones, are nigh impossible. So she's going to "practice".]
The smile directed at Siria is a little sheepish, for a few reasons.] Sorry I'm late.
[That's one. The other, larger reason is sort of why they're doing this. Remissa doesn't really dress up. Ever. Make-up is sort of a foreign concept and heels, even low ones, are nigh impossible. So she's going to "practice".]
