[The second his lips brush over hers, not only do the snowflakes appear, but among the sparkling snowflakes, little red embers light up with them, helping to illuminate their blue twinkle in waves of red. Flames flicker through the air around them, dancing with the electricity that swirls and billows the petals about.]

... Let them. It's our wedding.

[She's left without breath, as if that single contact had taken it all out of her, but she breaks her eyes away from him for a moment to gaze around at the spectacle, and little stars shimmer near their heads to help illuminate the room.]

Looks like we didn't even need the practice... [She pauses, and looks down at themselves.] But I wonder if we're missing something?