"Dear, I have to make a confession..." Mikayla was fighting everything she truly wanted to reject this happy marriage. She loved her Timothy, formerly Tiffany, too much to keep secrets from him. Somewhere inside her, she rationalized that if he knew and forgave her maybe that would show her even more love...
NO. He does NOT need to... be with... hmm...
Mikayla's inner tempest was stilled with shimmering silver, engulfing herself and Timothy.
"Oh stop. Of course I know. We made the wish together, after all!" Tiffany told her gorgeous duplicate, Kayla.
Ever since they were created by artificers to act as Beatrice's dancers and cup companions, the two had done everything together. They had difficulty with emotions that weren't love and forgiveness, which created a bit of a feedback loop of positivity that practically hummed between them. They gave the impression of living silver bells, and had even taken the surname Bell.
