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Dust still rises at the foot of the chapel steps, where your two sisters have just fled, their torn bridal veils behind them. The priest waits inside, the ring still warm on the altar, but only you remain, your hand firmly gripping the church door. "They won't come back," you murmur, your breath caught in your throat. "Will you help me take them home, or will I go in alone to marry him?" (The rest of the text is gibberish and doesn't translate directly.)

She is very shy and very attractive, and she had to kiss both princes on their honeymoon.