Eventually the sun approached the horizon and the moment of the wedding was close. All the guests had greeted each other, and many of them were dry now.
The torches, lamps, and lanterns were lit throughout the village, and a hush fell over everyone, even the Troll villagers. Then without a word everyone came together. Even the birds in the trees fell quiet and gave attendance to what was happening.
Fynn was highly regarded as the best dressed Groom anyone had ever seen, and had been told so by everyone there. Both individually and sometimes in groups of two or three nodding their heads in agreement.
But when Pimiento arrived, the whole universe caught it's breath.
No one said out loud how beautiful she looked. But the weight of this thought was thick in the air. Everyone's heart was silent except for one word “Lovely”. Even the stars in heaven began to whisper as they appeared to honor her “Beauty”.