How time flies. The time for this match made in Hell had come, and it was time to get this over with. As the music started and the doors to the Cathedral opened. Two women, younger than Integra, walked down the aisle first, pausing only to curtsy politely to the Major, and then they took their places.

Soon enough, Integra was making her way down the aisle herself, very much alone for she had no father or family members to accompany her. She had her head held up high, and looked as cool and calm as ever, as though she didn't care about this. Inwardly, though, she was a bundle of nerves; not because of the marriage, oh no. Because of what was about to happen.

Stopping in front of the Major, she had to fight the urge to narrow her eyes at him, although the expression she gave him was one that clearly read 'let's get this over with.'