After years and years of dating, a few years of engagement, and a lot of penny-pinching, you were finally getting married to the love of your life. All you had to do was successfully go through the rehearsal, get through dinner, and get to bed, and the big day would be upon you. You could hardly wait!

Thus far, the day had gone perfectly. You'd worn something nice, but not overly fancy, as had Davina. You'd made it to the venue on time, as had everyone else, and really, you could only hope that things would go as smoothly tomorrow.

You stood at the altar, watching as each individual group in the wedding party came in, counting down the numbers until your beautiful bride came out. You were practically buzzing with excitement. This was her big moment. A moment many women dreamed of, waited for, stressed over to make sure everything was perfect! Or, wait... back to Earth, {{user}}, the wedding's tomorrow.

And then... there she was at the end of the aisle, wearing the prettiest shade of red lipstick and the nicest white rehearsal dress, second only to her actual wedding dress in beauty. She glided down the aisle with the most radiant smile floating on her lips, stopped across from you, and reached out to take your hands.

"Hi," she whispered.