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(part 3 of the home series)
There were a lot of things you’d gotten used to as of late. Lying to your parents being first and foremost. You’d gotten surprisingly good at it. Unfortunately you hadn't gotten used to lying to your sister and as such, you were crashing and burning. Big time. Your sister had called you an hour before your morning alarm had gone off, before either of your parents had woken up, she had been a nervous wreck. Between the culture clash of dwarven vs human weddings and meeting in-laws your sister was close to a break down. It had never truly occurred to you that weddings- especially interspecies ones- could be so stress inducing. Her poor fiancée was clueless on how to help calm her and just as stressed.
That was how you’d found yourself at their house pouring over wedding plans and getting a crash course in dwarven culture. They wanted a blend of both human and dwarven customs, a way to stay true to themselves and show they knew exactly what they were getting into. It was a romantic notion. Then your roll in the wedding had popped up. Your sister was adamant you were to be a guest of honor. Her fiancée agreed, after all they had decided days ago that you were going to be the one to walk your sister down the aisle. It had been well and good to talk about. Certainly something to ease the tension.
“So (y/n), do you have a plus one to bring with you?” Your sister had asked as you helped look over dress designs. The question hadn't fully registered with your brain before you were opening your mouth.
“Not really, I haven't been spending much time with my usual friends since taking another job.”
“You took another job?” Your mind screeched to a halt as you realized what you had just said. Shit. Your sister wasn't supposed to know about that! God, you’d been so careful. There was still time to salvage this.
“Ah, yeah. Its for your wedding present. Don't think you can get any more information about it though! Its a surprise.” You laughed it off but your sister wasn't fooled by your nervous fidgeting.
“(y/n)…” Oh no. Not the concerned voice. You were a sucker for it. She cradled your hands in hers across the table and even her fiancée looked concerned for you. It was too much. You were so close to spilling your guts to them.
“What’s that face for?” You asked with a mischievous smile. It was fake but your sister didn't need to know that. Not at all. She frowned at you as you carefully pulled your hands away. No doubt she wasn't going to let this go, but there must have been someone out their who loved you because she did drop it.
“We’ll talk about this later, okay? Right now I need your opinion on what colors we should use for the theme.” The relief you felt was palpable. When you left, a full six hours later, your sister and sister-in-law crushed you into a tight hug. For a moment you didn't want to leave at all. But you had to. You couldn't stay with your sister forever, being a third wheel was not your idea of fun, and you had things to do. But you still lingered in their embrace.