conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "We’re not doing anything too fancy." From then, the two of us spent day and night planning our wedding. We decided to hold it not in a church but in a restaurant affiliated with Frater. We were swearing our bond to our friends and family, not God—not that we could use a church, given that the Spiritual Church didn’t approve of same-sex marriage. Regardless, Lene’s influence nabbed us a pretty lovely venue. We sent invitations to Dole, Lene, Lambert, Claire’s school friends, my parents, and Misha. We decided not to invite the royal siblings or Manaria, given the difference in our social status now that Claire was an ordinary citizen, but we still wrote them letters letting them know we were getting married. Unfortunately, we also couldn’t invite Lilly, as she was off wandering who-knew-where.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "It seems we’ll have to rent our wedding attire."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Looks like it. I wish I knew how to sew for times like these."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "I’m not sure an entire wedding dress is something anyone would consider sewing on their own…" Claire would later go on to learn sewing in earnest, but that’s a story for another time. Two months passed in a flash and before we knew it, the day of our wedding was upon us. Our guests arrived at the restaurant, their lively chatter audible all the way from the dressing room Claire and I waited in. We’d had the restaurant prepare a buffet, so the guests enjoyed food and drink as they chatted.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "It’s almost time, Miss Claire, Rae."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Got it."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Thank you for all your trouble, Lene."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Lene—the young proprietress of Frater, a trading company that was practically a household name in the Alpes and the Bauer Kingdom—was our mistress of ceremonies for the night, garbed in a modest dress that complemented ours. She and her brother Lambert had amassed a small fortune through their trading company, but even though she now technically had higher social standing than either of us, she remained loyal to Claire. She’d helped us with a number of things, not just finding us a venue. Even now, she was personally running the show rather than delegating it to a subordinate. "Not at all. I have to say though…you two look beautiful." Lene was overcome with emotion as she dabbed her eyes with her handkerchief. Claire wore a pure-white mermaid-line wedding dress, while I wore a white pantsuit.
conversations.prefix: Lene:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Claire being beautiful goes without saying, but I’m not so confident I look acceptable."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Nonsense. If you kept that mouth shut, anybody would find you wonderful."
conversations.prefix: Lene:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Is that a compliment?"
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Of course." Lene smiled. "The stage is set. All that’s left is for you two to make your entrance."
conversations.prefix: Lene:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Lene’s brother, Lambert, prompted us, garbed in a morning coat and holding open the door. It was time for our wedding to begin.
conversations.prefix: Lambert:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Shall we, Miss Claire?"
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I suppose we shall, Rae." We held hands as we made our way through the door.
conversations.prefix: Claire: