The tallest brunette opens her mouth to answer, still in a sweet dizzy spell, extremely thankful for her friend's comforting words, but a loud squeal interrupts her.
"Oh my god, you look amazing! Look at you! Gorgeous! Oh, I'm so happy".
Jennie giggles softly as Rosé brings her hands to her own face, visibly tearing up.
"Thanks Rosie. I'm glad that you feel that way".
The silver blonde takes some quick steps to embrace her friend's neck loosely, mindful of the hours and hours of production, and starts sobbing affectionate words as she stares at Jennie through the mirror.
"I can't believe that this is happening. After so many years... but I knew. I knew. We both knew, Jisoo, right? It was like written in the stars".
The shortest brunette chuckles and puts her hand on top of the blonde's left shoulder.
"Meant to be, indeed", she concedes, and lets a comfortable silence extend for a moment before speaking again, "I have to check on the fourth pink, though, for what I know she could be hanging on the chandelier already, or cussing somebody off. And I thought that Jennie was going to be the difficult one".
The tallest brunette giggles at Jisoo's words, her cheeks covered by a pinkish heat, and squeezes Rosés hands so as to anchor herself.
"I was difficult too", she mumbles, almost apologetically.
The shortest brunette gestures with her hand nonchalantly, but leaves the room with a wide smile.
"Yes", the silver blonde murmurs, "but it's your wedding day. You have every right to be. Now show me that stunning dress.".
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Seven-year-old Jennie sits as straight as she can in the green plastic chair with her legs barely brazing the ground. She's looking intently at the folded paper under her tiny fingers as she traces new lines, cat-like eyes absolutely focused in the process.
"What are you doing, Nini?" her father asks. Jennie stops to stare at him only for a second before going back to her crucial task.
"A paper plane", she explains, her voice severe, "This one will fly", she adds, and crunches her small nose at the memory of her previous failed attempts.
He chuckles slightly, but presses his big hand on top of her shoulders in a sign of support.
Jennie keeps working, the pad of her ring finger running through the smooth white surface, and she's only brought to the reality of the café they are sitting at by her mother.
"Do you like Thailand, Nini?"
The brunette full stops this time, her plump cheeks lifted in a big, gummy smile.
"Yes!", she exclaims, and moves her legs back and forth, "It's so pretty! It's fun!"
Her mom smiles in endearment, and her gaze shifts to Jennie's father.
The girl watches as her parents share a look, brief but intense, their eyes sparking for a second as they take into each other.
It makes Jennie slightly uncomfortable but at the same time inexplicably happy. It is a stare that they only save for each other, like a secret, like something they don't need to say with words.
The girl doesn't need further explication. She knows that that's what her parents refer to as love. She feels in her chest, too, but it's different. She understands that it's different.
Jennie's mind shifts, then, always youthful and busy, from her parents, to her paper plane, back to the necklace her father bought for her mother just a few minutes ago from a local seller.
My reflection in your eyes
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