Hiraan twirled his pigtails as he listened to Bluebell's cries. They were sitting in actual Bluebell's room as she stared at her lifeless body. "I had a new dress made, and I even got a matching necklace for the wedding. And now, I can't ever wear them," She glanced at Hiraan with teary eyes. "Why won't you say anything, Hiraan?"
Hiraan's lazy yawn escaped his lips. "You know, Bluebell, you still have a lot of sisters queued up for marriage. You could save those for their wedding."
"What if I get fat, and the dress doesn't fit?" Bluebell pouted.
"You can remove the stitches," Hiraan said.
"Right! Why didn't this idea cross my mind? You are a genius, Hiraan," Bluebell's excitement bubbled over. "How do you manage to get such brilliant thoughts?"