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'𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬' the wedding, pt. II
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...D'QAR, ILEENIUM SYSTEM
GENERAL ORGANA smiled out at the crowd from her spot at their makeshift altar. Her hands were clasped together, a deep purple dress with a shimmering gold, fitted cloak adorned her like a Senator. She looked every bit the princess of Alderaan, even now—her hands clasped gracefully in front of her, her posture regal and unshaken. The years of war still lingered in the faint lines of her face, but the soft smile that spread across her lips seemed to erase them, rolling her back two decades in a single instant. She was still Leia, still the beacon that anchored them all.
Poe stood tall at Snap's side, sharp in his pressed jacket, the picture of steady loyalty as best man. Jess mirrored him beside Karé, bright and radiant in her own way. From where Lyra sat wedged into the back row with Reeve, she had a clear view of the whole gathering—the rows of mismatched chairs lined neatly in the clearing, heads turned expectantly toward the couple. Reeve, though, wasn't watching the bride and groom. Her eyes were locked elsewhere, her focus so unwavering it made Lyra squint.
Lyra leaned over and whispered, "Who are you staring at?"
Without looking away, Reeve drawled, "I'm just watching a wedding, don't be stupid."
"Okay," Lyra relented. "But you're staring at the wrong person. This isn't Jess's wedding."
Reeve slammed her heel onto Lyra's foot.
"Ouch," she hissed lowly. Rey, who was sitting in front of them, whipped her head around with a questioning look. Lyra just gave her a tight smile and waved off her concern.
"Let's not pretend that you haven't been staring at Mister Dameron this entire time," Reeve muttered under her breath. "You worry about your crush, I'll handle mine."
Lyra raised a brow. "So you're admitting that it's a crush?"
"Only if you are."
Lyra settled with staring forward and saying nothing further.
All things considered, the wedding was unorthodox. This was a Resistance wedding. Snap and Karé had walked hand-in-hand up the aisle together, stepping into the future as equals. Leia stood at the altar with quiet dignity, her voice carrying easily over the assembled crowd. Snap looked almost too big for the simple suit he'd been pressed into, but his broad grin made him appear younger, boyish even. Karé was a vision in white from head to toe—practical boots peeking out beneath her gown, her hair braided with delicate threads of silver.
