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"AM I DOING IT RIGHT?" she frowned, looking at the object in her hands from different angles. Tinkling laughter resounded from her left, a sound so pure and carefree. She glanced sideways, spotting a stunning woman with golden hair sitting next to her. This blonde beauty wore a white dress, the stylish clothing hugging her in all the right places. She took the half done flower crown from her grasp, shaking her head at the tangles with a grin on her face. The log they sat on was rough against her fingertips as she leaned back, supported by her hands, though she was still facing the blonde.
"I cannot believe you still failed to get it right," the golden-haired girl teased, her hands deftly fixing the crown.
"Well, you better believe it, Bekah,"she snorted, her unladylike actions not fazing her companion. "Oh, how will he ever survive if I can never make a crown from flowers? Gods, I feel sorry for him."
The woman by her side cackled boisterously, making her grin in turn. Rebekah held the flower crown in front of her, now completed, and smirked. "Believe me when I say he's the lucky one in this union."
The brunette sighed dramatically, tilting her head back. "You Mikaelsons. So good with wordsㅡ" "What's all this about?" someone mused from behind them, catching Rebekah's attention.
"ㅡand so dramatic," she tsked, shaking her head. Although she didn't turn around to see who was talking, she already knew who it was. She could probably recognize that voice in her sleep.
"Who's dramatic?" a different voice called, confused. A tall man strode by and a sweaty Elijah Mikaelson with raised eyebrows, appeared in her line of sight. The second eldest Mikaelson son sat beside his sister.
The brunette opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, a person slung a wet arm around her shoulders. She glanced sideways to see who sat on her other side, feigning exasperation when she saw who it was. "Dear Gods, there are two of them."
Kol Mikaelson grinned, "The lovely bride-to-be claims we're dramatic, brother. She seems to be forgetting she'll be a Mikaelson herself by the next day."
She punched his shoulder.
"Ow!" the mischievous brunet stumbled up, rubbing his shoulderㅡdramatically. "The supposedly blushing bride isn't as lovely as I hoped she would be."
"I'll be lovely, Kol, when you stop referring to me as 'The Bride.' You're making it sound like I'm about to commit a crime."
"You're marrying my brother. What isn't criminal about that?"
