And there Nicolette was. Dripping in ivory lace and iridescent pearls, from the curls in her hair to the train trailing behind her feet. What a dress it was! Too bad she couldn't savour its grandeur. She eyed the bouquet anxiously and began to wonder if "love at first sight" truly existed. Perhaps she would find out once she made her first steps down the aisle. [i]Which of the three men would it be?[/i] she asked herself. None of them looking particularly disgusting, thankfully enough, but she didn't notice any particularly outstanding qualities in any of them, except that two had a 'lumberjack' vibe to them and the other could have been a character straight from an anime. 

Her train of thought was abruptly interrupted by the loud tones of the organ. The tiny crowd of psychologists, friends, and family rose to their feet, heads tilted to the doorway where she was to appear. With one graceful, sweeping motion, she pressed the doors open, allowed herself her first few steps inside, and stared wide-eyed at her future spouse. 

[i]Avary.[/i]