“I know you’re dying to see me.” your voice is half muffled through the door. you hear percy on the other side the same way.

“I do.” there’s a pause. “but it’s bad luck.”

“that’s no fun.” you frown playfully and slide down the wall, your white wedding dress coming down with you.

in less than an hour you’ll be married to the very boy on the other side of the door. you stand back up and persist.

“pleaseee I want you to see me before anyone else.”

“I will see you! just… after a few people.”

you groan and lean against the door. listening to percy fumble around on the opposite side.