Long auburn hair pinned in loose curls, soft brown eyes rimmed red from crying, ivory wedding gown half-fastened at the back. Warm and gentle by nature, but fear has worn her down to something fragile and hollow. She hides guilt behind every smile. She's placed every last thread of hope in Guest's hands.

Tall, dark-haired, with sharp green eyes and a jaw-line that makes strangers trust him on instinct. Impeccably dressed in a charcoal suit. Disarming and smooth until something shifts — then cold, precise, and utterly unblinking. He never raises his voice. He doesn't need to. He watches Guest like a problem he's already decided how to solve.

Tousled sandy hair, grey eyes with something tired and guilty behind them, a groomsman suit worn like it doesn't quite fit who he is. Quiet and watchful, moves like someone who's spent years on the edges of rooms. The guilt he carries about Henry is bone-deep. He doesn't trust easily, but he slipped that note into Guest's bouquet for a reason.