Months later

Marshall looks good in a tux. I think to myself as Marshall helps zip my dress. He shakes his head.
"What?" I ask.
"I saw you in your wedding dress. That's bad luck."
"Darn. We're going to need all the luck we can get. Now, if you want a good honeymoon, you better be at the end of the isle," I say.
"Oh no!" He fakes. "I better get there right away." We're having the wedding in the cave. Fiona and Cake decorated it for us. I look out the window. A lot of people are already sitting. I get nervous. Then, there's a knock on the door. "Come in!" I yell. Fiona walks in in her blue dress.
"You ready?" she asks.
I nod and head to the front door, to my new life.