Chapter Five Hundred and Eight - Bridal Wail
Chapter Five Hundred and Eight - Bridal Wail
"Broccoli!" Booksie said as soon as we entered her shop.
She lunged across the store, and a moment later I'd had the wind knocked out of me by two armfuls of crying bun. I would've fallen backwards into the street if Amaryllis hadn't put a hand on my back to hold me upright.
I pulled air back into my lungs. "Booksie?" I asked.
After that guard told us that Booksie needed help, we'd decided against splitting up or even stopping to grab a bite. Instead the lot of us had made good time across Port Royal to get to Booksie's shop.
I don't know why, but I half expected to discover a crater or something on arriving, but other than... a bit of a huge mess inside, the shop looked like it was normal.
"Hey, there there," I said as I started to rub circles into Booksie's back. I didn't know why she was crying, but the least I could do was comfort her.
Was it the wedding? Wait, no, that was a silly thought, of course it was the wedding. Was the stress getting to her? Was she getting cold feet now that it was so close? I'd heard of that kind of thing happening, and it sounded super scary.
Booksie sniffed, then pulled back and tugged an ear down to dab at her eyes. "S-sorry," she said. "Oh, it's good to see you. All of you. Please, come in, I'm blocking the entrance, aren't I?"