Iris blushed. She had been five years old at the time, but she'd been dead set on marrying Cerdian...even though her brother told he was being silly.
Somehow though, she didn't think that he called her here to get down on bended knee and ask her to marry her (though a part of her would probably jump and down for joy and rush straight to San Fransisco to get Cait, Dinah, and Pippi fitted for bridemaid dresses).
Something was up.
"Cerdian...are you okay?"
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