Private What Are You Doing The Rest of Your Life?

[Danger Arceneau]

Danger had to constantly use her handkerchief to dab at her ears and wipe her nose. Of all the scenarios she envisioned with Myra, her wedding had been with the thought in mind of Alric being beside her. Despite the circumstances of his departure, she knew well that Alric had loved Myra very much, as much as his own daughters. He only wanted the best for her.

It was good to know that her little girl would be in good hands with Makai Dashiell . She'd watched him grow up as a mother would, and knew that he would do right by Myra in any way, now that they were both adults and more cognizant of what was required to maintain a loving and respectful relationship.

Such an odd thing, to watch the child she had put under her wing several years ago grow up to become an honorable young man. One who was now married to her daughter.

This was Danger's true legacy. Not Arceneau Trade. But the children she had raised to become outstanding young adults.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Vows were done, ‘first kiss’ had, officiant paperwork signed, holos taken. Which meant the reception was in full swing.

A long table under the lights carefully strung up by Judah contained a plethora of food. Thanks to cousin Caspian, there was nerf steak and all the trimmings, hors d'oeuvres, fresh fruit, and of course, a small wedding cake.

The subjects over the reception dinner were as varied as the guests assembled ; fighter pilot stories, business and banking talk, Judah’s tale of how he met Daxton Bane once again, Persie and Iko’s pirate adventures, and a bit of reminiscing from the older adults about their own weddings.

Wine uncorked, whisky poured for others, tea and caf from the Brimarch Emporium,the party lasted well into the late night.