"Are you ready to see what you look like?" The princess asked as she led Angel to the large mirror.
"Yes," she said enthusiastically.
"Then open your eyes."
Her eyes flew open immediately, and she gasped at the sight she saw. "You were right to pick this design. And the make up? Oh my God!"
"Well, it's not all on me, even though I don't mind taking all the glory. You were crazy enough to sew your dress yourself. You brought the design to life," she said, giving her some props.
"Oh princess. You have no idea how glad I am to have you by my side." She moved to hug her, but stepped back when she remembered how heavy she was.
"This thing is huge. I blame Xander's big head."
Angel laughed. "Your parents still don't want to understand?" She asked, her eyes growing sad.
"Hey. Don't bring such unhappy thoughts on such a beautiful day. Who cares about them? Haven't I pleased them enough? Malek will be king. That's all that matters." She shrugged.
