“Shepard, your hands?” Kasumi hissed as they stood
outside the cherry tree garden below the council chambers.
“Right, right. Thanks.” Shepard repositioned her hands
around her bouquet such that her left lay under her right, obscuring the ring
that now sat there. As she traced the ring with the tips of her fingers, she
felt an impossible smile bloom on her face. She was a married woman.
The garden was absolutely packed with an array of finely
dressed people. Shepard wasn’t really able to distinguish any individuals
before the various cameras and holoimagers started going off in her face.
Kaidan, when her eyes finally adjusted enough that she
could actually see him, was standing at a cool parade rest up by the Asari
priestess. As she got closer, she noticed that unusually his right hand was
closed over his left, presumably in order to hide his own ring. He smiled at
her once she’d reached him but otherwise didn’t move.
“Hi,” she said in a parody of their earlier greeting
under similar circumstances.
“Hey,” he replied in turn. “And still wow.”