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Regulus:  And waiting in front of the altar at the end of the carpeted aisle was Regulus, standing calmly in a white tuxedo.
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Emilia:  The red-haired woman led Emilia directly to him. Emilia glanced at the expressions of the women lining the aisle but found nothing more than calculated, practiced, expressionless faces. Beneath the gaze of this masked audience, Emilia approached the altar. The women in her procession stepped away, taking their places among the women lining the aisle.
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\#184:  All except for #184, who moved to the opposite side of the altar, a faint tension on her face as she began officiating the wedding ceremony.
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Emilia:  Her body still facing #184 and the altar, Emilia turned to look at Regulus. "I’m surprised. The previous dress was magnificent, but this wedding gown is truly unmatched. My eyes were not mistaken when I first saw you. We really are the most fitting pair in the world.”
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Regulus:  Regulus nodded to himself, satisfied with Emilia’s appearance. He brushed back his white hair. “Still, seeing this, I can see I was right to leave the seat of #79 open. I had a feeling that there would someday be someone worthy to take it. And the confidence and decisiveness to trust in that decision and follow through are quite amazing, if I do say so myself. Believing in yourself through thick and thin is not something just anyone can do.”
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Emilia:  “About that number… Why was there an open seat?” Now that she had entered the chapel and was standing before the altar, the first words out of Emilia’s mouth were a question. Her question clashed heavily with the mood of the ceremony and didn’t complement Regulus or his self-satisfied, flowery rhetoric.
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Regulus:  But the question didn’t dampen his mood. He merely cocked his head. “Hmm? Ah, that. Previously, there was another woman I set eyes upon who I thought would be fitting for that number. Unfortunately, before we could be wed, I judged her to be unsuitable. But when it came to the most important point of appearance, she was incredibly close to my ideal. I left the seat unfilled in order to remember her, out of a sense of lingering attachment, I suppose…but thanks to that, I was able to meet you. Truly, ours was a fated encounter.”
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Emilia:  “Before…” As Regulus spoke of fate, Emilia was hung up on another part of what he’d said. Something that felt very off. A clear oddity that came whenever she interacted with him; an invisible unease that was gradually coming into view, but one she still could not quite pin down.
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Regulus:  And as she was thinking that, Regulus adjusted the collar of his matching tuxedo. “Well then, shall we exchange our vows? Unfortunately, we will have to settle for a shortened ceremony without official witnesses, but you don’t mind, do you? Such an important ceremony is not for fussing over details but for cementing our binding love.