Phoenix admired himself in the full body mirror. His eyes sparkled as he noticed how well the long white dress suited him.
"You look wonderful," said Maya, his maid of honor, and gave him a bright smile.
Gumshoe then peeked his head and told Phoenix that is was time.
Accompanied by von Karma and with Franziska tossing flowers behind him, Phoenix eagerly trotted up to his future husband. What's-his-name-Prosecutor read a few words and finally got to the part everybody was waiting for.
"Do you, Miles Edgeworth, take Phoenix Wright to be your lawfully married wife?"
"I do," Miles said firmly, and yet they were the softest and sweetest words Phoenix had ever heard.
The same thing was said to Feenie, and he replied the same.
"You may now kiss the bride," said the balding Prosecutor. They kissed and a roar of applause exploded from their friends and family. Larry stood on his chair and whistled loudly while Trucy tried to get him to sit down, and Phoenix could swear Mia was in the back winking at him.
Miles and Phoenix cut their cake (a custom-made Steel Samurai cake by Miles request) together in mist of rapid flash from Lotta's camera, and the Gavinners played, Klavier jamming out on his guitar.
Phoenix then later threw the bouquet, having it only to be caught by Ms. Emma Skye after Apollo missed.
Godot, or Diego as he now like to be called, his face still as laser-fying as ever, congratulated Miles and Phoenix, and Iris asked where they would be going on their honeymoon.
"We were planning on going to T-," Phoenix began, but Larry began his half-baked flirting attempts, so that conversation was left at that.
Even though Miles had to beg Kay to stop jumping through windows, and Fransizka kept whipping people, both Miles and Phoenix agreed it was the best day of their lives.
They went on their honeymoon that night and had sex because that's what people do on honeymoons.