Svetlana didn't mind that the marriage was really just for show. She hadn't really wanted to marry someone she had never met anyway, though she was very fond of Azrael. She understood he was an angel and things were different for him.
She sat between the angels, feeling incredibly mortal. She smiled warily at Michael and then back to Azrael. "Do you like my dress?" she asked randomly. It was a white sundress with little red flowers on it, and she loved it.