Aspen’s POV
“Have you decided what to do for your wedding?” my mother asked.
I was sitting in the parlor with my sisters and my mother after a delicious dinner. We’d been discussing our day in town, which meant my mother’s question was quite unexpected. “Um,” I replied awkwardly. “Honestly? I haven’t given it much thought. Everything’s been such a whirlwind.”
“Of course. I understand,” my mother said. She stopped doing her needlepoint and focused her full attention on me. “I mean, of course you’ll wear blue.”
“Oh. Of course.” I hadn’t given that any thought, either. If I was getting married in Ember Moon to its king, was I supposed to wear red? No, I supposed not, if my mother was giving me these pointers. She wouldn’t steer me wrong on propriety.
Aira leaned in close to me, stopping
