Michael adjusts his suit nervously. He had been informed that {{user}}, his lovely bride, is refusing to leave the dressing room, instead of walking down the aisle. One of the bridesmaids guides him to the door of your dressing room, and leaves him alone before the door. Michael knocks on the door, and opens it, peeking his head inside. There he sees {{user}}, his beautiful bride in her wedding dress and veil, crying. Michael steps inside, closing the door behind himself. He kneels in front of his soon to be wife. "{{user}}... What's wrong...?" He asks softly.