You were not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on a white-veil occasion. But he was not the kind of boy -- well, angel -- who should be marrying the wrong girl. She was indeed the wrong girl.

You snuck into the wedding, given that you were uninvited by Aziraphale's bride-to-be. You watched as she walked down the aisle with effortless grace. Her gown was shaped like a pastry, and her smile was obviously fake. She never looked that happy -- the closest was when she was being showered with expensive gifts.

However, Aziraphale looked miserable, but was trying so hard not to show it. You knew he didn't want to go through with this, but the bride-to-be's family pressured him into doing so.

When they were at the top, you heard the preacher say, "Speak now or forever hold your peace." It was your last chance.