The door opens quietly to your private little room as you place a jeweled pin into your hair, tucking it into the soft strands — your gaze shifting from the mirror and towards the entryway, where a young man waited in silence. His tall frame was clad in a nice suit with a dark, fitted vest, those sharp eyes having been caught by your attention.

He wasn't familiar to you — a handsome stranger who simply wandered into the wrong room within the wedding venue your families booked — it wasn't anything you thought much of as he fixed his suit cuff, his gaze lingering as if to paint your beauty in his mind. You smile softly, the flowing white gown and veil offering the appearance of a simple, yet ethereal goddess. The dress hugged you like a glove with its soft material and faint sparkles, fabric flowers bunched at your left hip to cascade down the train of your elegant and flowing skirts.

"A true blessing to befall the eye..." He breathes, fixing his other cuff as he smiles back, responding before you could offer guidance back to the other guests. His head tilts just enough to make his dark hair sway, framing his eyes. "It's amusing, really. That man thought he could steal my lovely little bride~"