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were right. I liked how Julia had described him as strong but kind. I loved how he moved with long, powerful strides, and I loved the masculine, square angle of his jaw. I loved the way he looked at me. He was the kind of man I knew I could be happy forever with. He was the kind of man I knew I could reach heights of ecstasy with.
                Over the next several hours, Julia gave me a tour of some of the main areas of Stonebrook, including the large cavern-rooms where I'd stay that night, though that wasn't nearly enough time to even glimpse at everything. It really was just like a small town beneath the mountains, complete with "roads" that were actually long, lighted, interconnected cavernous hallways. Each of the hallways even had "street signs" and hanging maps at various points along the way. But early in the afternoon, even though I was enjoying discovering everything, our feet were getting tired, and Julia said that maybe we'd explored enough for one day, and asked me if I'd like to relax in the community hot springs.
                "There's actually several of them, one smaller one kind of out of the way and not used very often, so we can go to that one so maybe you can get a little peace just to unwind for a while."
                I said that sounded perfect. "I guess I didn't bring a bathing suit, though, and I bet any of yours would be too small on me."
                "Oh, you'll fit one of mine easily. We make our suits from a stretchy kind of fabric we weave. It'll be fine."
                Julia was a little on the heavy side, though not as big as me, and I wondered if any of her suits would really actually fit me. But one did, and easily, like she'd said.
                She smiled. "See? The make some pretty amazing fabrics in the manufacturing center. Oh! After this, we'll go find the head seamstress so you can get measured for your wedding dress. She'll work on it all night so it'll be ready for tomorrow."
                My wedding dress. Just thinking about those words sent a little thrill racing through me. I imagined how Victor would look in a dark suit or tux, which made my pulse accelerate. I wondered if he was for sure, for sure, for sure going to claim me as his bride, suddenly desperate to know the answer. But I didn't have to wait that long to find out.
                Julia and I spent a while relaxing in the hot springs, then dressed and visited the head seamstress, who was all too eager to start creating the dress of my dreams. I told her what I had in mind, which was something fairly simple, cream-colored, and floor length, with an empire waist and a satin ribbon at the top of a strapless bodice. She said that sounded lovely and was absolutely doable, and after taking my measurements, she got to work right away.
                Julia and I went to the rooms where I'd be staying that night and began getting ready for the formal dinner that evening. I dressed in a swingy, knee-length fuchsia dress with a short, black cap-sleeved jacket, glad I'd brought something dressy. A while later, after we'd both applied a little makeup and twisted our hair up in loose updos, we were ready. Or at least, I was as ready as I ever would be to find out whether or not Victor was going to officially claim me as his bride.
                When Julia and I entered the great hall, just a couple of minutes late, most of population of Stonebrook appeared to have already arrived. The hall was now dimly, yet still well-enough lit, since the high windows carved in the side wall now revealed only night sky, but the thousands of tiny white lights on the lofty hall ceiling still sparkled at least fifty feet in the air. White candles in clear glass domes glowed on each of the tables. Some people were seated; some people stood milling around, talking; but everybody hushed, their gazes on Julia and me. Boisterous conversations became low