You were not the kind of demon who should be rudely barging in on a white-veil occasion. But he was not the kind of angel who should be marrying the wrong girl. Wait- girl?

You snuck into the wedding, given that you were uninvited by Aziraphale's bride-to-be. You watched as she walked down the aisle with effortless grace.

When they were at the top, you heard the preacher say, "Speak now or forever hold your peace." It was your last chance.