Evie
let us live like flowers, darling
"Who says you have to?" Evie smiles encouragingly, squeezing Amalia's hand as if to emphasize that she is there and prepared to help take on the preparatory weight to ease the woman's anxiety. She knows exactly who Amalia is mentioning, and her smile is painted with a watercolor layer of regret that she can't give this last thing to her sister. "They would have been happy that you found love, that you have this many people who want to make your wedding day beautiful. Even if things aren't perfect, you'll be married to the man you love by the end, and that's what matters." Hopefully that would ease some of the natural perfectionist tendency from the baker's shoulders.
As the tasks are set, Evie trails along when Kiada (and wow, that's a weird connection she things with a slight blush as she recalls the kiss) pulls the bride away behind the counter. Might as well, right? Sam seems to be keeping Deimos company with the lanterns, and Jigano and Hotaru are setting to work on the fabric. "I'm no master baker, I'm more of a professional taste tester, but I've got good hands." She wiggles her fingers playfully at Amalia, who likely knows just how strong those hands are after gardening half her life away.
As the tasks are set, Evie trails along when Kiada (and wow, that's a weird connection she things with a slight blush as she recalls the kiss) pulls the bride away behind the counter. Might as well, right? Sam seems to be keeping Deimos company with the lanterns, and Jigano and Hotaru are setting to work on the fabric. "I'm no master baker, I'm more of a professional taste tester, but I've got good hands." She wiggles her fingers playfully at Amalia, who likely knows just how strong those hands are after gardening half her life away.
wild and beautiful and drenched in sun
