I was brought up as a southern belle
I grew into the queen of hell
I grew into the queen of hell
At the end of it all, they are rewarded with three heavenly cakes placed before them, and that's truly all the incentive Hotaru would have needed even if she had been a total stranger to the bride and groom. All three are delicious, and she gives a proud look directed towards Kiada for her efforts. Certainly not a skill she'd anticipated her niece having, but one she's more than eager to indulge in.
The general merriment and joy is addicting, contagious. Amalia's bold declaration inspires a surprised laugh around her mouthful of cake, lifting a hand so she doesn't spray someone with a mouthful of crumbs. But why not? You only get married once - or so everyone would wish - so why not indulge? Go all out, so to speak? Hotaru leans her hip against the counter, savoring her cake and gazing out over the joyous faces surrounding her.
It's likely the best day she's had in a very long time.
The general merriment and joy is addicting, contagious. Amalia's bold declaration inspires a surprised laugh around her mouthful of cake, lifting a hand so she doesn't spray someone with a mouthful of crumbs. But why not? You only get married once - or so everyone would wish - so why not indulge? Go all out, so to speak? Hotaru leans her hip against the counter, savoring her cake and gazing out over the joyous faces surrounding her.
It's likely the best day she's had in a very long time.
You were just a little stowaway
That stabbed her way to save herself
That stabbed her way to save herself
