For Sinthia, Wedding Plans

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It still felt like something from a dream. Illya had proposed to Sinthia a couple of months before. Surprising her with a Faberge ring at her work. The date they had chosen was only a few months away.

"Avi, buddy, hold still just a little longer," Illya told the dog and petted him before pinning the tuxedo's hem so it wouldn't interfere with the dog's tail. It would come down just to his hips. He had the dog up on his work table, so he didn't have to bend down to work. The fabric was a fabulous silver silk brocade. Far too expensive in most people's view for a dog's tuxedo but how many times would he and Sinthia get married. Luckily for the tall Russian, his furry friend liked Illya enough that he actually was very patient with being fussed over. Illya carefully placed the pins, "You are being such a good boy."

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Sinthia had been walking around as if she was walking on clouds since Illya had proposed, nearly glowing with happiness. She was truly happy: in a city she enjoyed, doing what she liked, with a man she loved from the bottom of her heart. She'd been shooed out of the apartment for the afternoon, sent to get a few odds and ends from the fabric store for Illya; he needed buttons and extra pins, and a few other little bits which she'd gladly gone to fetch.

As she opened the door she called out for her boys, setting her keys down and kicking off her shoes. "Illya, I'm home!" she called, following it by clicking her tongue for Avalon to come to her.