(Lost) Be our guest!

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Lorica was torturing her.

They had listed everyone they knew, and were going through now to see how many they could invite to the wedding itself. He was determined it would be more intimate than the reception. She had said she wanted to get married in her parish church, after all, and it was quite small.

This was what she deserved for expressing her desire before asking what his was, really.

This is your day. Everybody kept saying that! She didn't want a day.

Oh, having a wedding was nice, and it was good that Rosie had something to focus on that made her happy. And she was looking forward to being married to Lorica. That was what she wanted.

But the rest of it was just confusing and upsetting. She didn't understand why her bridesmaids all had to have the same dress, or why Cleanse said Penny didn't want to wear a dress at all when she insisted she did. She didn't understand why Aidan had gotten such a strange expression when brought up the idea of Wendy walking her down the aisle - it was only fair; she knew she was the last of Wendy's family left.

She didn't understand why they couldn't invite everyone to the wedding itself. It was something to celebrate. Every name Lorica crossed off the list was like a score across her heart. Every one he left off because he saw something on her face made her burn with shame.

Was it ruder to invite Domdaniel or leave him off? He'd said (via Snaggle) that he didn't hate her anymore, but...things still felt tense sometimes. She would feel uncomfortable if he was there, it was true, but...

Liam Rooke? That wasn't fair. They'd shared a durance (as with Saffron - she should invite Saffron to the wedding!), although she didn't remember him. It was probably while she was still a tree. He was strange, but he was hurting. She felt bad for him.

Sam Smith. She still felt that burning in her chest when she thought of the Tolltakers. Sam had always been nice to her, but they had hurt Lorica more than she could heal him. She was grateful for her Amaranthine; if not for that-

Another name. She realised she hadn't been paying attention. Lorica's expression was half affectionate, half long-suffering. She smiled apologetically.

She hoped nobody would kill Lorica for leaving them off the list.

She also hoped the wedding decision-making process was nearly over.