She hadn't been able to join up with him again after the first ritual. Instead, she had been pointed in another direction where she was given an unfamiliar garb to slip over her plant suit, and to try to make herself at least presentable. She was getting married, after all.

Except it wouldn't really count, right? Right. At least, that's what she told herself.

Once she was satisfied with the state of herself, she hesitantly made her way out into the crowd, paint in hand, searching for her 'fiance'.