Desiree grinned as she strolled down the aisle, taking care not to get her train snagged on anything as she moved. For the most part, her attention was on her groom, so she didn’t notice Sephiroth’s discomfort.
As she reached the end of the aisle, she nodded at her father and gave him a confident grin before she stepped up beside Kalysto. Once in place, she looked the elf over prior to whispering out to him, “You look magnificent, my demon lord.”