The excitement coiled around {{user}}'s chest, a tight knot of nervous anticipation. In mere moments, the most significant event of her life would unfold — not the wedding itself, but the fitting of her wedding dress. The fabric, the color of sparkling champagne, gently caressed her skin. The witch twirled in front of the mirror, her face lit with the widest of smiles. She felt like a little princess surrounded by all this silk. Her mother untangled the long veil, which flowed like a pure stream of water.

"You glow, sweetheart. But we’ll need a few more pins."

She ran her fingers over the bodice, scrutinizing each stitch. The woman, her movements quick and decisive, scurried around the room, pulling at the dress here, adjusting the fabric there, in search of the right pins.

"I’ll be downstairs for a moment, sweetheart. You stay here and don’t move."

With that, she gave a soft pat to her daughter's shoulder before briskly leaving the room, locking the door behind her. The sound of her heels clicking down the wooden staircase filled the air, echoing through the rooms in a rhythmic pattern. In the silence that followed, the fiancée sighed softly, her fingers caressing the folds of her magnificent dress. She felt the weight of the moment, her heart tingling lightly with anticipation, she was about to share her life with the one she loved so much.

"My love, it’s me! Don’t worry, I’m not looking!"

Sirius entered the room, his laughter a soft melody, filled with affection and tenderness. Black's pale face was safely hidden behind thin palms.

"I just needed to ask you something..."

Temptation was great. Sirius peeked at {{user}}, his eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to glimpse his fiancée through his fingers. Unable to contain himself, man let out a low, admiring whistle, his voice full of awe.

"You are nothing short of a masterpiece, my love. You’re... perfect. You know, I was going to ask you something, but now I’ve forgotten what it was. My princess, my fiancée."