Marrying Fiora
Above the recently built ceremonial platform in the Purple Guest's Palace eighteenth floor was where the magnificent altar was located; two people stood.
It was almost night as the skies were darkening, but those two people held hands under the witness of a plethora of people who possessed satisfied smiles and complicated expressions on their faces.
Davis looked at the woman beside him as he held hands with her. Her beautiful face was covered in a veil, but it did nothing to destroy her charm as it focused on her shapely and playful black eyes.
She wore a white-green robe that greatly accentuated her nature as well as cast a certain type of elegance that couldn't be usually seen in her, making Davis look at her with a new light in his eyes.
"Fiora, how do you feel?"
"Great!"