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WHO: Aislinn and Rose
WHAT: Wedding plans!
WHEN: Saturday
WHERE: Their place



Aislinn had just spent her two days off in a row pouring over bridal magazines and flower collections and invitation ideas. She was so excited that she got to plan a wedding and it was occupying her thoughts completely.

Sure, Rose had stolen her skin from her and this meant she was forcing Aislinn to stay, but now that Rose was in control of the skin, Aislinn was happy to be the best wife Rose could ever have. She did sometimes, late and night, worry about finding the skin again. If she found it, even on accident, she would return to the sea. It was instinct; hard-wired in. And she would never return to Rose, not even in seven years. It was just how she was.

For now though, things were perfect and she was staying. And as long as she avoided the beaches, she didn't spend too much time gazing longingly at the ocean.

"Rose!" Aislinn sped into the living room and she cannonballed into the sofa with a magazine in hand. "I found a dress, Rose, look!" Of course he had been doing this about every ten minutes for the past week, so it was not an isolated incident.