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LOCATION: The Metropolitan Museum of Art DATE: February 14th (before the shootings) STATUS: Closed @womankingzeus
Please welcome Mrs and Mrs Cartwright-Zhao to the dancefloor for their first dance as a married couple! Rising from the table to applause (some, Victoria noted, was rather muted, but today that couldn’t bother her), Victoria fell into hold with her wife. Wife. Wife. It had happened. Among the cheating and the doubts and…well, everything fucking else, it had happened. They were married. And soon, the pair would give each other the greatest gift of all. Hopefully, her dress wouldn’t get too stained in the chaos. Swaying in time with the music , Victoria smiled, leaning in so that no one else would hear their words. “I think I’m going to rather like being married.”
It was so strange, so surreal. It felt almost wrong saying her vows, like she should not have been alive at this point in her life to experience such a milestone. What was next for them? Babies? Joint accounts? A ridiculous life insurance plan? It was frightening, it was exciting. Luli, for once in her pathetic life, was so completely overwhelmed with actual love for her wife. Something that wasn’t supposed to happen to someone like her, after everything she had done, after everything they did to each other. Her dress, as unconventional as it was, paired so well against the pink in Victoria’s one would think they really planned it like that. The softness they reserved for one another was displayed for everyone to see, but for once, Luli didn’t mind. “I sure hope you won’t mind putting up with me.”












