Grell looked...as demure as she can get, which was saying something since that word hardly exists in her vocabulary. She looked ahead and saw Marco, looking rather cleaned up without any sort of tie. Even Espio wore one! Okay, whatever, it just meant less to fiddle with after the wedding.

As the Wedding March played for her stroll down the aisle, it took Grell most of her energy to walk with dignity and not rush there to the from, with or without the Headmaster. Pops was there as well, which was very reassuring. Grell smiled, hoping that nothing would ruin their day. Or so help them it I'll be Carrie up in here.