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Cracking the books (Narrative)
Ariel had been studying relentlessly.
There was so much to the ritual and ceremony she was still unfamiliar with and it seemed that, in all of the studying she had done thus far, there was a basic structure to be ceremony. She wanted to please James, she wanted him to be proud of her. Little did she know that perhaps his knowledge of marriage ceremonies was not much greater than her own. All she considered was that humanity had a way of doing things and she didn't want to get any part of it incorrect.
It had to be perfect, this wedding.
Day after day the mermaid poured herself over the knowledge. Over the details. Over the process and every small thing she could absorb.
Magazines had been gone through. Books and archives. Anything Ariel could get her hands on she read and memorized.
She had a running list of things to remember. After a while her head had begun to ache with the knowledge. It was more than she had ever dreamed but she strived for perfection.
Rubbing her fingers over her eyes, Ariel sighed. The lines of text were becoming blurry. The letters were beginning to run together but she continued to make herself read onward. She couldn't afford to miss a single detail.
Everything had to be perfect. James deserved no less than that.
There was so much to the ritual and ceremony she was still unfamiliar with and it seemed that, in all of the studying she had done thus far, there was a basic structure to be ceremony. She wanted to please James, she wanted him to be proud of her. Little did she know that perhaps his knowledge of marriage ceremonies was not much greater than her own. All she considered was that humanity had a way of doing things and she didn't want to get any part of it incorrect.
It had to be perfect, this wedding.
Day after day the mermaid poured herself over the knowledge. Over the details. Over the process and every small thing she could absorb.
Magazines had been gone through. Books and archives. Anything Ariel could get her hands on she read and memorized.
She had a running list of things to remember. After a while her head had begun to ache with the knowledge. It was more than she had ever dreamed but she strived for perfection.
Rubbing her fingers over her eyes, Ariel sighed. The lines of text were becoming blurry. The letters were beginning to run together but she continued to make herself read onward. She couldn't afford to miss a single detail.
Everything had to be perfect. James deserved no less than that.