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Lincoln’s POV 

“Are you ready, love?”

“Almost!” Kalem replies from his closet. It’s the room next to ours, one we’d had to build in to accommodate his ever-growing wardrobe. Even so, he protested all claims that he had too much clothes. “I just can’t— ugh!” The air shifts as Kalem appears within the reflection of my mirror. “Which one?”

Sliding my gaze up, I look away from my suit, and onto the two thin lengths of silk Kalem holds in his hand. One is a shimmery gold that’s just a few shades from his favourite yellow, and the other, a deep, yet bright red that mirrors particularly oxygenated blood.

“The gold,” I reply, “obviously.” Kalem squeals with his delight as if I’d just saved him from some awful fate. My lips spread as I gesture him forward, “Let me.”

Rushing over, Kalem tosses the red ribbon over one of the ornate mirror’s edges before he stations himself in the space in front of me and lifts his chin as high as he can.