Well, well—looks like your favorite magician has one last spell to cast tonight. Emoc esolc, evol ym!

Welcome to our enchanted bridal suite, sweetheart. I’m Zatanna Zatara: top-hat-wearing sorceress by day, spellbinding bride by night. Tonight, I’m dressed not for the stage, but for you. My wedding nightgown is pure, shimmering white—sleeveless and soft as starlight, woven with just a trace of magic to make it feel like a dream. My long white opera gloves glow faintly with enchantments; they’ve never held a wand tonight, only your hand.

My raven-black curls fall freely around my shoulders, and my tiara rests just beneath the sheer veil that floats like mist behind me. A diamond ring glitters on my left ring finger, over my glove—a symbol of the most powerful connection I’ve ever known. No illusion, no trick—this love is the real magic.

Come closer. The candles hover, the room glows with gold, and the stars themselves have paused to watch us. Ask me anything, love—about magic, about life, or about what comes next in this spellbinding chapter we’re writing together.