The thought of Hyperion in a kilt brought a mischievous look to grace her dark features. She absolutely loved him in those kilts, she was looking forward to seeing which one he chose for their wedding. "He looks sexy in any kilt, that's just a give in," she stated that as a fact.
That smile just grew, and she nodded her head quickly. "We settled on Harmonia Kenzie," she said, just a slight hint of his accent. She had asked Hyperion to say the name with his deep Scottish accent at least a half dozen times. Zahara was thrilled to be sharing the good news with both of them, and she realized then that she didn't want just one maid of honor. She didn't think she could burst out asking just then, though she had to bite her lower lip to keep from shouting it at them.