Moonbyul tightened the tie around her neck and looked up to check her reflection in the mirror for what seemed like the hundredth time–maybe the thousandth, she didn't know. Nervous couldn't even begin to cover what she felt ever since she got to the hotel. 

The door to the hotel room opens, and she sees Jung Wheein's face peeking in. 

"Hey, little pup. How do I look?" Moonbyul's arms were raised and Wheein smiles at her as she walks towards her. 

"Unnie. Are you sure you'll be fine today?" The shorter girl asks, fixing her tie and her hair. There was an unspoken tension in the room that made Moonbyul even more nervous but she it up, and nodded in reponse to Wheein's question. 

"You don't have to do this, you know," Wheein mutters, looking into her eyes. 

Moonbyul takes a deep breath and shakes her head. "Are you joking, Wheein? I have to, for her."

The air in the church was filled with a deafening silence and Moonbyul only stood by the altar, waiting for the woman of the hour. She glances over at the people seated at the front row–searching for any consolation in any of those eyes and found it when she sees Wheein's comforting smile at her. 

The doors open to reveal Yongsun in a gorgeous white dress, her hair in intricate swirls and curls, and frankly, it was the most beautiful she had ever been. Not that she was ugly before any of this, the way she looked today was just above the rest of them all. Up