It was a beautiful spring night, with a cool breeze fluttering against the flowers and stirring the lights and baby blue gauze around the
gazebo at the center of the square.
The stars were sparkling brightly up above, trying to compete with the little electric ones lighting the town and directing the way to the ceremony and reception.
Two sections of chairs had been set up, separated by a center aisle. If it look liked it had been measured off precisely, well, yes. In a few moments, the bridal party would arrive.
For now, you had time to mingle and glance at the blond boy in the dark robes trying not to twitch up at the front.
Welcome to the Gilmore-Skywalker wedding.
[OOC: Up for great SP!]