Clover: You’re going to go out there, be the prettiest damn bride any of them have ever seen, and everything is going to be fine. I promise.

Altair: [laughing] Okay, okay.

[footsteps]

Clover: Hey, look at me. Take some deep breaths. 

[deep breathing]

Clover: You’ve got this, Altair. 

Altair: Nervous… a little like throwing up.

Clover: I’m pretty sure that’s normal.

Altair: I don’t know why we had to throw such a big event. I would have preferred something small. He was rather instant on it though… and you know how he is. Once he gets an idea in his head, it’s impossible to change his mind.

Clover: That man is a stubborn as they come. That’s for sure.

Clover: Today’s the big day… I can hear everyone outside. Sounds like there is a lot of them out there.

Altair: Ugh, don’t remind me.

Several Years Later – Walnutburg Cathedral 4:48p.m.