"Aye, I do, and thee's ever there in one way," Lucy says firmly and squeezes the other girl's hand.

It's a year, tonight, since Susan's own wedding.

(paper for the first)

"Perhaps even two," and there's a grin.

Some nights, it is hard to be anything but solemn.

Tonight, it's hard for her to go long without grinning, and she knows it won't last, but oh, how she loves it while it does.