She looks at the woman standing at her side, crying unabashedly and sighs, “After more than ten thousand years, how can you still cry at these things” “Just look at them pledging themselves to each other, so in love their whole lives ahead of them-” “If you start singing ‘Can you feel the love tonight’ I swear I’ll leave” her companion nods, but there is a mischievous look in her eyes which tells her that she is going to hear that song at some point in the night and she won’t be able to do a damn thing about it, so she only sighs again and looks back at the bride and groom. “Whatever, but I’ll reserve my tears for when she finds out that he’s sleeping with her sister” “Don’t say that! You’ll jinx it” exclaims her companion punching her in the arm, “it was just a guess” “Well sometimes your ‘guesses’ are entirely too accurate” She was going to say that it wasn't some sort of magic but cold hard fact that made her guesses so accurate, but as much as her friend loved debating this with her (she was in fact hoping that they would have one of their ‘debates’ later that night) she got the feeling that pushing the point now would not go down well with her and she knew better than pushing Marriage to far.

Divorce was therefore rather surprised when her friend put her arm around her waist pulling her towards her, “Don’t be sad” she says resting her head against her shoulder, her eyes still fixed on the couple at the alter, “You should have a little more faith in them, we are their children after all”