They're playing the song. The one she fought so hard to get played! It's not a traditional processional by any means, though it's not exactly a trendy choice, either. Actually it's... yeah, it's pretty embarrassing but, you know the movie [i]Burn, My Sword[/i] right? It's a period piece, all swordfights and brave heroes on both sides and action action action. It's Euna's favorite movie. And there's one, exactly one kiss scene in that movie.

The spotlight clicks down on top of her. Euna glitters like a princess from another universe. She's got the veil draped over her face now, but it's just sheer enough for her smile and her silver painted lips to shine through it, all the way down the aisle and to the stage. They're playing the song that scores that one perfect kiss where romance triumphs over the chaos of the battlefield; a soulful downtempo piano version originally mixed by a fan before it was remastered by the original composer again and put on the soundtrack. To Euna, this is what love sounds like. There couldn't have been any other choice. 

Sara is so beautiful. It's, she's... [i]wow.[/i] Standing there with that look on her face, seeing her wife for the first time and smiling like she's forgotten there's a stage. That's the most beautiful woman in the world. That is the woman Euna is going to spend the rest of her life with, and there's not a damn thing anybody is going to do to stop that.

She probably [i]has[/i] forgotten the stage, honestly. Look at her. Standing there all spellbound with that elemental, [i]vulnerable[/i] smile, all the light in her eyes... and Comstar still dangling from the edge of the platform caught up in her fists. That's what love looks like. She's so awestruck that Euna almost misses the little lip licking gesture Sara flashes her way. She blushes, and it's the most beautiful she's ever felt in her entire life. 

Nothing else matters right now. They're playing her song, and her flower is falling like snow from the rafters, and the most stunningly perfect woman in history is waiting for her right now. Euna gathers up her skirts just like she's rehearsed a dozen times, and takes that first perfect step toward her big moment. And the next one, and then the next, flowing like mercury down the walkway with her heart pounding happily in her chest. Watch her, everybody. Turn your heads and watch. How does it make you feel?