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When she wasn’t in the sunroom, her mother generally liked sitting in the veranda just outside, particularly in the late afternoon, when the heat of the day had largely softened. A refreshing breeze blows through as Hermione steps through the doorway, lightly tousling her hair. “Hello? Mother?”
The stately woman was seated comfortably in her chair, watching the wind blow through the branches of finely maintained trees in the distance. She looks back at her daughter with a well-trained smile. “Ah, Hermione, dear. Come, take a seat. The weather is particularly nice today.”
Hermione does so, sitting in a chair next to her mother’s. “How were your conversations with the wedding planners, mother?”
“Oh, it was merely the usual. These venue managers always require such specific guidance to get things right.” The woman laughs in a proper, refined manner. “I wanted you to have some first-hand experience with these things and help with some of the phone calls, but Aurelia was so insistent on doing it herself. I suppose that girl really is looking forward to the ceremony, wanting to do so much on her own.” Her mother speaks naturally, in a light and conversational tone.
Hermione focuses on a tree in the distance. “…I really wouldn’t mind helping out.”
Her mother smiles, lightly patting Hermione’s hand. “It’s alright, dear. It is Aurelia’s wedding, after all, so it’s only right that she should have some control over how things are done.”
“Very well, mother.” There’s a brief silence.
“…So, Hermione, dear, what did you want to talk about? It must have been somewhat important, if you wanted to set some time aside with me?”
>…right. What did you want to say?
