Author's Note: Today's event is the 110 Word Hurdle (exactly 110 words in which the names of your characters aren't mentioned). This ficlet technically takes place sometime after the next event, but since this one's shorter, I decided to post it first.
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The Dress
73 years post-RotS (54 ABY)
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She watches with quiet amusement as her great-granddaughter emerges from behind the curtain, eyes wide and cheeks flushed pink.
"Grandma," the girl says, a trace of alarm in her voice. "This dress doesn't have a back." She turns and raises her arms in the air, the soft material swishing against her in waves of pale yellow and rose pink and lilac. "It barely has any sides."
It's only her early training and a lifetime since of practiced composure that prevents the older woman from breaking out into a very undignified grin.
"Yes, sweetheart," she replies with all grace and serenity – and just a hint of mischief. "That's rather the point."
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