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The kitten blushed at Erika's words, looking down at her lap. She had yet to do it with Erika. Sure, her body had been violated plenty of times, but Clover and Erika had only ever kissed. If they went through with it, this would be Clover's first time doing it for real with someone she liked. Her heart thumped at the thought, her head spinning and her cheeks flushing. Could Erika see it? Did she know how much of an effect her words had? They sent Clover into a tizzy, the kitten hardly noticing when Sera suddenly cried out, whisking Maple off of her feet and carrying her into a closet. "If it is with Erika, then Clover is ready," the kitten decided, bravely looking up at Erika as she spoke the words, meaning it. Whether or not Clover would have the energy to follow through at the end of this wedding was another matter entirely.
There was a tender, Mother-daughter reunion, a hug between Erika and Rosemary as Clover sat and watched, hoping that she had enough energy to stay awake the entirety of the wedding. The boys began to stroll in, looking dapper in powdered white suits and matching purple bow ties. "Don't you look ravishing," Fiyero teased, taking Clover's hand and kissing her palm. "Clover is a ravishing?" She asked in confusion. "Forget it," Fiyero laughed, patting her head. He would never stop chasing after women, even taken ones like Clover. After all, wasn't it the most fun with the ones that played hard to get? Eamon pulled Rosemary to the side, freeing up Erika to come back over and protect Clover from the predator called Fiyero.
Eventually, Maple returned, doing her best to sort herself out and fix her lipstick. Clover noticed the strange blueish purple mark right underneath the collar of Maple's dress. Had Sera done that? Was she hurting Maple now? No, Maple looked strangely pleased, as though she wasn't quite sure what to think. Maple frowned, wondering what had gone down behind those closed doors. Speaking of doors, the main chamber had opened, allowing them to set up and practice. Mallier would be arriving soon and when she did, they would be having a real wedding. Cookie handed Clove a basket of flower petals for her to scatter across the ground, the kitten eagerly taking the basket onto her lap.
"Clover will be best flower girl," she said determinedly. "We believe it," Maple smiled.