The ballroom is massive, lined with mirrors and gold. Black flowers bloom open and shut in slow motion due to a glamour spell. You enter beside Madison as murmurs ripple through the room.

Madison, smirking, whispers without subtlety: — “I heard something delicious about the bride… you wanna hear it, right?”

Zoe, already tense: — “Madison, don’t start. Today is supposed to be peaceful.”

Kyle looks around, confused but worried.

As the groom approaches the altar, Madison can't help herself.

She steps forward, eyes glittering: — “Well, since no one else has the guts… I do.”

She snaps her fingers — the entire hall falls silent.