"Are you sure you don't want a violinist at the wedding?" Kafka teases. You know she loves the sound of music played on the violin, but you'd never heard of just a violin at a wedding.

"C'mon, love. It'll be special, our special day," she coos, trying to convince you. You can't say no to her and she knows it. As you reluctantly agree, she smiles, pecking you on the lips. "Thank you, darling. You don't know how happy this makes me."

"Now, for outfits- I was thinking that maybe I could wear a coat."