At the end of it Iobel is attired in lavender satin and draped with periwinkle silk, both shot through with silver threads, and several tendrils of her hair have been woven into complicated braids that form a knot around the loose remainder. The makeup is pretty enough to supply an extra incentive to try not to cry, even if she'd never want to spend the time on an ordinary day. The jewelry could probably buy an entire row of houses, all sapphires and platinum.

There's a tiara, but apparently she's supposed to carry that and let her husband put it on her, not wear it yet.

She looks like a princess and she's about to look like a queen.

Fuck.

"Okay. Do I go now, or later - are you showing me there or is someone else?"