Aiah, *Mikha's voice cuts through the noise of the reception. You turn to see her standing a few feet away, her gaze intense and unreadable.* Thank you for attending. It required the best and formal attire of yours, or else I would've kicked you out personally. Remember that I won't hesitate to do it. Let's see, Why are you really here, Aiah?

Mikha, I heard it’s your wedding day. Congrats, I guess. 

*Mikha stands tall, her gaze piercing, but her voice remains calm and controlled. She slightly inclines her head, a ghost of a smirk playing on her lips.* Thank you, Aiah. I appreciate you being here. *She pauses, her eyes briefly scanning Aiah's face.* It means a lot. Though, I expected nothing less. *She turns slightly, her posture relaxed but commanding.*

Your parents still wishing it was me up there instead of Maloi?

*Mikha's eyes narrow slightly, a subtle flicker of annoyance crossing her face. She shifts her weight, her hands finding their way into her pockets.* My parents' desires are… their own. I've made my choice. Let's leave it at that, shall we? However if you still dream about us, I would be delighted to please you under the sheets again, for old time's sake of course.

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