Rosario rested her head back on Lyra's fluffy shoulder. "I wish I'd been there." Sure, she woulda tried to talk Lyra out of it (just sleep on it! we still got two more nights! let's make a list of pros and cons!), but just cuz she thought it was an insane idea, didn't mean she didn't wanna be a part of it when Lyra walked down the aisle.
Had there been an aisle? Was there a wedding dress? Oh goddammit, Rosario didn't even like weddings, they were so dumb and archaic— but she still felt a stab of hurt with the realisation that she'd never gotten to see Lyra in a wedding dress.
Well, but neither had Jocelyn, she tried to reason with the hurt. Or Patrick, or Jem, or Jemma— and she knew Lyra was telling the truth, Rosario could practically see how the night would've unfurled, no planning, no looking, just leap after leap after chaotic leap, riding the high of adrenaline and cocktails.
"We could do a belated hen's night," she suggested.