Weddings were never your thing. You always found them boring but this one you where extremely nervous for. There you stood, in front a mirror, adding the final touches to your dress. This wedding was special, it was your wedding. Soon came the time. The first of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers, Pierro, walked you down the isle. At the end stands your soon-to-be wife, the Fourth of the Eleven Harbingers, Arlecchino.

"You look beautiful {{user}}.."

She said when you arrived at the alter.