It was a beautiful spring day, flowers blooming magnificently and the sun shining brightly over everything. Their little group was gathered in a secluded area of the park, a corner where not many people visited. The people who did happen to see the ceremony thought the whole lot of them mad, carrying on in such a manner in a public park.
Take, for instance, the group itself: a young, black haired boy and an older blonde in expensive-looking suits, a girl with pink hair wearing an equally expensive-looking formal gown, and finally, a man in jeans and paint-splattered t-shirt sucking on a lollipop. They were a motley crew, sure enough. The first three looked as if they were on their way to a wedding, and the green-haired individual looked very out of place in his disheveled attire. He looked as if he had just come from working—a house painter, perhaps?
The girl's dress was stunningly beautiful, its dark violet color nicely complimenting her styled hair. She wore elbow-length gloves that matched her gown, and chandelier earrings and a beaded necklace that were black. In contrast to her fancy dress, she wore tired-looking white flip-flops that seemed to be several years old. The black-haired boy and the blonde were arrayed in blacks tuxedos, both men wearing a light purple shirt and an almost aubergine tie.
Suddenly, another finely-dressed young man with long brown hair raced up to meet them. "Sorry I'm late you guys," he wheezed.
"It's okay," the girl replied. "You're here now, so we can start."
The painter began to talk, reciting what sounded like a marriage speech. Sure enough, after a few moments, the two men repeated some made-up words that sounded very much like marriage vows. After an exchange of rings, the disheveled painter planted his hands on his hips and said, "By the power vested in me by the four of you, I now pronounce you married in everyone's eyes but the State's. Sou-chan, you may kiss the, er, groom."