Illya kissed her back. "I know what he means to you. We could not have wedding without him." He hugged Sinthia then let her go to kneel down and carefully remove the tuxedo jacket. "Perhaps, but we are not traditional wedding. And it will match mine." He held it out to show it to her. And it would match her dress. Which he was still working on. It wasn't traditional either and he was using a beautiful dove gray silk.
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Date: 2018-06-03 08:27 pm (UTC)