Nori got a special license, they did the necessary paperwork, and less than two weeks later, her wedding day dawned foggy and wet. A smoke grey veil hung over the city. Though technically it hadn’t rained, the streets were dark with moisture, and everything smelt faintly damp. Margot felt wonderful. “The rain means good luck,” Lani grinned, setting breakfast in front of her. Margot looked down and raised a brow. No wonder her girl maintained that perfect figure. There were two hardboiled eggs on her plate, sans yellow center, one piece of jam sodden toast and some fresh squeezed, watered down, orange juice. “It’s best to eat light before a big event,” she said. “We don’t want any last minute boo boos with the dress, now do we?” Margot shook her head no and meant it. If that dress didn’t fit it wasn’t worth her life. Tommy’s offering was a bit more welcome. She cracked open a bottle of champagne to mix with the orange juice and lit a fat ass joint.
