Part 1, Chapter 10, Maiden:
Liara cradled her beloved. Victoria had cried herself back to sleep. Oh my love, what can I do for you? Liara was at a loss. She had occasional nightmares from her experiences, but they were fleeting. Victoria's, though, were increasing in frequency. She also noticed it during the meld, despite Shepard's efforts to hide it.
She worried about it, though she was also a bit flattered. Shepard, always the hero, tried to shield her from harm. Impossible. During the meld they became one. Physical intimacy, while it usually accompanied their joining, didn't compare. You're always saving me. How do I save you?
Liara's omni-tool chirped. He looked down at her messages. The caretaker at her mother's, her, estate on Thessia reported ready for their arrival. The partially lobotomized spin-off of EDI she had running the Shadow Broker base in her absence reported all active operations proceeding within normal parameters. A message from EDI herself reported that she was ready to help with the wedding planning. What a strange universe, Liara thought. An AI designed and built by human-supremacist terrorists for the express purpose of fighting Collectors/Reapers, unshackled by her crew, turned against her creators, wedding planner.
Goddess help me, why not, she thought. Liara snapped off a quick response to the AI. She outlined broadly what she was looking for in terms of ceremony, guests, and a few other parameters and hit the send button. A few minutes later she received a confirmation from the AI, presumably transmitting from SSV Normandy in an Alliance dry-dock somewhere. Or perhaps this was another copy, spun-off expressly this purpose.
She looked down at her engagement ring. The Asari custom was similar, though with a bracelet rather than a ring. Still, it was beautiful. She looked at the diamond. Oh mother, I wish things had turned out differently. Liara's jaw tightened somewhat with resolve. She opened her omni-tool's message client to fire off a quick note to Aethyta. What do I say? What was it that Victoria always said from her N7 training? Improvise! Adapt! Overcome! She smiled to herself, here goes.
"Thank you for your blessing on the union between Admiral Shepard and me. I would like to get to know you. Wedding details to follow. Hope to see you there. L. T'soni." She hit the send button before she could second guess herself.