Like most girls at a certain age, Fleur had dreamed about her wedding.
Oh she had the flowers picked out; she had the menu planned, and the dress. Oh she had the perfect dress for her perfect wedding.
But as she grew, Fleur found it strange that she didn't have the groom picked out. Any respectable girl had her perfect groom. Right?
But it wasn't until she met Bill that she knew that he was her perfect groom. Although his hair clashed with her colors, she didn't care. The perfect wedding would only be perfect if Bill were her groom.