“have you tasted your cake? it’s divine.” ariel walked around with her little plate and cake fork, eating while walking even after an aunt shot her a particularly scathing look. she figured if barbie didn’t mind and she didn’t spill things like a three-year-old, it really shouldn’t matter. “what am i saying, of course you have, you picked it out!” the younger bragança laughed before taking yet another bite. “aunt elisa said that we’re lucky that you didn’t do your wedding in a church because my ceremony dress was ‘too vulgar’,” she drew air-quotes around the word with her fork. “but she laughed after, so she probably didn’t mean it in a mean way.”