Luna is barefoot and beautiful and he doesn't deserve anyone like her gliding towards him in a long white dress, a bundle of sunflowers in her hands. She stops when she reaches him and picks one to tuck behind his ear, her face solemn. "Sympathetic magic," she announces to the priest, the only other person there. This moment is just for them.
He holds out a hand, barely trembling. "Are you ready?"
She gazes skyward and smiles. "You know, when the clouds look like that, it means a happy marriage."
And he knows that what she's really saying is yes.