Title: Bad Luck
Contact: saavaant @ yahoo . com
Rating: [Mild Content]
Summary: Amanda's about to marry Sarek. Her attendant is annoying her. A silly little drabble.
Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom owns 'em. I don't, and I can't profit monetarily from writing about them.
Amanda was getting ready for her wedding, and had the misfortune to be attended by a Terran who knew nothing about Vulcan culture, although that didn't prevent him expressing extensive opinions about it.
She endured this for the hours it took to prepare her clothing, hair and face, but when she was fully groomed and sat examining her hairdo for last-minute details, the attendant said something so infuriating that she dropped and broke her mirror.
"Seven years bad luck," he snickered. "Like you didn't already have that."
"On the contrary," she replied, with cool dignity. "Seven is my lucky number."
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