[She managed to haul herself up, dusting the smudges of dust from her face. She clung to his arm to steady herself, looking as though she'd had the lights knocked out of her.]
Where's the door . . .
[She almost walked right into another married couple, though it was only because she was holding on to Motochika's arm that she managed to steer away.]
[A glass case of rings greeted her at the jewelry shop outside the chapel, and they had quite an assortment of rings, from the tasteful to the gaudy.]
Oh! Motochika-san! Oh! Could you - would you - a ring?
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Where's the door . . .
[She almost walked right into another married couple, though it was only because she was holding on to Motochika's arm that she managed to steer away.]
[A glass case of rings greeted her at the jewelry shop outside the chapel, and they had quite an assortment of rings, from the tasteful to the gaudy.]
Oh! Motochika-san! Oh! Could you - would you - a ring?