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The venue was a springtime garden complete with a flowing stream and bridge across. The bridge was decorated with rainbows, bright and colorful with a proud flag at the end. Mato wore a blue suit. She hated dresses, always would, always will, so that was her only agreement; Yomi and her rich-ass family could plan everything else, her own dad could even fly in from his job in Korea to walk her down the isle, but she was wearing a god-damn suit. She didn’t think she’d be nervous, but as she buttoned her collar, she realized her hands were shaking. Mato had to lean against the dresser and compose herself; she couldn’t allow h

The venue was a springtime garden complete with a flowing stream and bridge across. The bridge was decorated with rainbows, bright and colorful with a proud flag at the end. Mato wore a blue suit. She hated dresses, always would, always will, so that was her only agreement; Yomi and her rich-ass family could plan everything else, her own dad could even fly in from his job in Korea to walk her down the isle, but she was wearing a god-damn suit. She didn’t think she’d be nervous, but as she buttoned her collar, she realized her hands were shaking. Mato had to lean against the dresser and compose herself; she couldn’t allow h