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Harley was still in her wedding dress. A traditional one this time, white and everything. Except for her facial paint, multi-colored dyed hair and bleached white skin she'd looked like any other bride. Of course, under the dress was another matter, and that remained to be seen.
She'd gotten her special dance with Helena, and there was the garter thing for later, which she'd insisted upon if only to embarrass her wife.
At the moment she was sipping cham-pag-nee and enjoying herself.