As for being married…I've never been so happy. I always thought I wanted to leave the station behind and never see it again, but when I'm with him, I don't care where we are. I just like being in his presence. Being here with him is different. Everything with him is different. Sometimes I'm scared that I'm so happy, but maybe this is just the universe giving me balance after years of hell in the cantina. It's changed hands again, and last I heard, the new owner freed all the girls and is paying them a wage now, which is lovely. I haven't gone in there. I avoid it, in fact. I don't want any bad memories, you know? And Zakoar's so protective I don't think he'd let me go in even if I wanted to, unless he was with me.
Speaking of marriage, we won't be coming by Risda in this next month. We're going on vacation! Zakoar is taking me to a planet that has private beaches. No one will stare and I'm told I can wiggle my toes in the sand for as long as I want. It sounds like a dream. We'll come to Risda next time, I promise, and you can laugh at how sickeningly sweet we are on each other. Zakoar's assistant Tikosa always catches us kissing (or worse) in Z's office and he's starting to cringe every time he sees me, poor man!
He'll just have to get used to it! I have no plans on stopping.
I'm sorry Rektar is proving to be so clueless. Here I was hoping I'd have an invitation to your wedding. Perhaps those necklines aren't low enough. Go get your man, Lucy. I know you can do it! You deserve a man that loves you, and I know he would if he just bothered to notice you there. Maybe cook him something special to win him over? You've probably already tried that. Heck, give him food poisoning. He'd remember you then!
(Okay, don't give him food poisoning. I'm only throwing ideas out there. I just want everyone to be as happy as I am with my wonderful Zakoar.)
Your friend in happiness,
Tessa