"...P-Pandora... th-this is kind of embarrassing." I say it to Pandora, who's dressed entirely in black, an extremely detailed, elegant dress that highlights her curves, her large breasts, and matches her long black hair.
"Come on, Delphina, it's your wedding — a ceremony made just for you." Pandora speaks with a smile. She made everything perfect. She built a special place, all white and full of beautiful flowers.
She chose an absolutely silent space because I like the silence. She made me a marvelous white dress, and above all, she respected my total lack of interest in other people, so she didn't invite anyone.
And since we're both goddesses, we're performing and blessing the ceremony ourselves. Pandora just made the most beautiful vows I've ever had the pleasure of hearing in my life. There were so many sweet words that I didn't even care she talked for two hours straight.
