Bella and Andromeda
Bellatrix smiled, giving her sister a hug. She was pretty in her dress. Simple, but pretty. It was nothing like the dramatic black and white gown she'd worn herself, not nearly as dramatic or bold. Nevertheless, it was very Andromeda, and it was pretty.
"Of course I am, it's your wedding," she said warmly, lacing her arm with Andy's. "It's right that I should be here to see you get married. Much better than the last time around."
She smiled. "You're not nervous, I hope," she said. "For tonight. I'm sure your husband will know to take good care of you. Just let him guide you to pleasure, and take your pleasure where you find it. It might be in the most unusual ways, just embrace it. Just don't wait too long before going to bed, you don't want to be too tired."
"When are you leaving for the honeymoon tomorrow?" she asked. "I want to see you before you are off. Say goodbye properly." And make sure the evening had gone well.