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Chapter Four: Speak Now

Usagi looked at herself in the mirror in a daze. The girl in the mirror didn't look like her,
Usagi didn't feel like the girl in the mirror either. She tried to smile and her stomach dropped as the girl looking back did the same.

Usagi felt sick. The white dress seem to tight on her, preventing her from getting the air she needed to stay conscious and did it have to be this damn hot? It was a church and it should be blasting with cool air.

She heard the door to the room she was getting ready in, open and close. Minako stood by the door as she looked at her friend. Usagi looked at Minako with a blank expression, her lips tightly shut.
She wasn't going to break on her wedding day.

He stood behind a large pillar. The room was filled to the brink with guest, more from her side then the grooms side. But, who could really blame them? She was a beckon of light, no one could ignore that.

Haruka shifted slightly from one foot to the next. Green eyes scanned the room, something perked her interest. It wasn't an enemy, but it was something that didn't sit well with her. She scanned the room again and didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

Seiya looked at the inner group of senshi, that he and his brothers came to know very well.
They were dressed in beautiful dresses, that hugged their figures, their colors were different. Their dresses were the colors of their planets.

Everyone took their seats the moment the wedding march started. Everyone turned to the entrance of the church. The bride and her father started down the aisle, she looked at all the people who came to see her get married. Faceless people they were to her. Every step she took towards the altar and her husband to be, the more her stomach twisted and she started to sweat.