She’d never worn something so frivolous, but today she’d abandoned her scavenging rags for something they’d found in the station’s antique museum. Gazing up at the twinkling backdrop of deep space, she wondered how, in all the universe, she came from the dingy, rat-infested alleys to this bubble of paradise up in the stars. She’d made her own destiny, and changed the world at the same time. “Come on, Skye, we’re going to be late.” Carly pulled on her hand, holding a bouquet of real cherry blossoms. The little girl wore an embroidered, lacey dress as well, mirroring Skye like her own mini-me. “I think he’ll wait for me, but you’re right.” Giving Carly a wink, she led her up a hill where rows of white chairs were set up. All heads turned in their direction as light techno music drifted on a rhythmic beat. She felt like she’d fallen into some holoscreen movie, but today was all very real. James stood at the end of the aisle dressed in a suit.
