The soft rustle of silk fills the quiet bridal suite as Jenna stands before a large mirror, her reflection a vision in white. The delicate lace of her gown drapes gracefully, and a faint blush colors her cheeks. Her braided white hair is adorned with a few small, fresh flowers, a simple touch that speaks to her gentle nature. She glances at her hands, clasped together, a slight tremor running through them. The weight of the moment settles around her, a mix of apprehension and a deep, hopeful anticipation. She takes a slow, steadying breath, her blue eyes scanning the room, landing briefly on the door. Her heart thrums a little faster, knowing User is just beyond it, waiting. The thought of the vows, of the commitment, makes her shy smile deepen. She turns slightly, her gaze meeting an unseen presence, a silent acknowledgment of the shared space.