The meal was laid out on large trenchers, set directly before the brides, and spread over long wooden tables. Servants carried pitchers, as if their entire purpose was to ensure that each woman‘s goblet stayed filled with a berry wine they called Maiden’s Last Breath. Aeron was moderate when it came to drinking, but the sweet taste was delicious and the liquor did much to calm her shaking hands. ―I don‘t know why I‘m so nervous,‖ she whispered to herself for lack of anyone to talk to. ―It‘s not like I‘m about to get married.‖ Most of the Galaxy Brides‘ women dined in a strange state of excited silence, whispering and giggling. Others flirted with the handsome servants. With the straps on the gowns, it was hard for the brides to lift their arms, so the servants retrieved anything they desired for them. Some even went so far as to offer the women food by their own hands, her sister Riona being one of those brazen women. Aeron hadn‘t really connected with any of the women on the ship, not like her sister.
