*music plays*
*pushes open the door, and steps into the room is silken white weding dress. A veil covers the face*
He'll make me hapopy, each time I see him, and what? A prawn....oh, sorry. And I will follow where his heart may lead...and...unless it's too the jacozzi, I'm too wrinkly for hot-tubbing, and he'll be all, I ever need....