Sorry DumbassWriter17 I'm bad with titles.

" Jay Elizabeth Walker what are you wearing?!" Mia exclaimed.

" Uh..... A suit and tie?"

" Did you even Iron those?!"

" Uh huh?"

Mia glared at him. " I don't believe you. Go take a bath in five minutes and remember to scrub your ear- MASTER WUUUU WHAT IS THAT?!"

Master Wu, who was sipping tea, looked at Mia. " It is my robes."

" I can see that. Master, please go change into something a bit more decent."

" But I always we-"

" Or do you want me to get you a suit and tie?" She cut.

Wu sighed. " Very well."

Mia walked over to Cole and Kai. " Did you put your cologne on?*

Cole nodded.

" Go out more o- LLOYD MONTGOMERY GARMADON BRUSH YOUR HAIR FOR THE SAKE OF MY SANITY!"

Lloyd turned. " I am!"

Mia snatched the comb from the green Ninja's hand and grabbed a spray bottle, then became to comb.

" Ow! Ow! Ow!* He winced.

" If you had brushed your hair properly we would have avoided this. Garmadon I want to see white teeth with no blackness."

Garmadon looked from his toothbrush. " Well, most of it's gone."

" Where is your bow and shirt? You aren't just going to go out wearing a few flimsy robes now, are you?"

Garmadon sighed. " I do not own-"

Mia grabbed a shirt and bow and gave it to Garmadon. " Please. Change."

Garmadon sighed and took the clothes, walking away.

Mia adjusted the bag aligned on her shoulder and sighed. " HURRY UP PEOPLE WE HAVE TO LEAVE IN A MINUTE!"

" Good day to you all." Mia said politely as she walked in a very lady like fashion to the table. " I express my deepest condolences for our late arrival. My family was goofing off."

Jay, who was adjusting his tie, shot her a look. " ' Goofing off '?!" He exclaimed. " You told us to go take a bath and do all these other stuff."

Mia turned. " I apologize, my dear brother. But you had to look presentable.  To tell you the truth you looked like a bunch of hobos."

" Hobos?!" Everyone yelled.

Mia rolled her eyes. " Oh hush. It is a very bad thing to yell."

Molly laughed. " It's okay, Mia."

" Ghoultar like!"

Mia smiled and bowed. " Thank you. Now, let us get down to business."

She sat down on the table and reached into her bag, pulling:

* Pens

* Notebook

* Eraser

* Pencil

* Computer

* Coupons

* And a knife.

Morro eyed the knife. " What's that for?"

Wrayth nodded. " Yeah, what's that for?*

" In case one of you guys misbehave." Mia said as she opened her laptop.

Everyone yelped and hopped back.

Mia rolled her eyes. " Oh, quit it! Are you adults or babies?"

Jay shook his head. "Mia, I beg of you. Please put that knife away."

" It's in a protective carrier, Jay, that only I can open. It's even Garmadon proof."

Garmadon, who was standing all the way back, narrowed his eyes. " What was that?"

Nya gulped. " Mia-"

" Anyway, down to business. Soul Archer will need to wash his face with sand and brush his teeth with more sand. I have this whole outfit planned for him. Ash for Bansha-"

" I thought you told her not to go all out!" Molly whispered to Jay.

" I did. You should be happy she didn't bring the catapult."

" The what?!"

" A catapult. You Know-"

" I know what a catapult is."

Wu sighed and stroked his beard. " Molly, did you tell her to make us look all presentable?"

Molly gave Wu an apologetic smile. "I might have... suggested that everyone look their best." 

Mia looked up from her laptop and narrowed her eyes. "Suggested? Molly, you asked me to oversee this operation, and when I take on a task, I commit fully!" 

Molly raised her hands defensively. "I didn't mean this level of commitment!" 

Jay groaned, loosening his tie. "I still don't get why we all need to dress up. It's just tea with some ghosts and allies, not a royal banquet!" 

"Exactly!" Mia retorted, snapping her laptop shut. "This isn't just tea—it's a diplomatic meeting! First impressions matter, and we must present ourselves as competent, respectable ninja and allies. Not... hobos." 

"Hobos again?!" Cole muttered under his breath, adjusting his cologne-drenched collar. 

Mia shot him a glare before returning to her agenda. "Soul Archer, as I was saying, you'll need a full grooming session before our next meeting. I have detailed notes here—" 

Soul Archer shook his translucent head. "Why am I even included in this? I'm a ghost. We don't sweat." 

"That doesn't mean you shouldn't maintain proper hygiene," Mia replied matter-of-factly. "Ghost or not, bad impressions linger longer than smells." 

Kai leaned toward Cole. "Is it just me, or does Mia sound like a drill sergeant today?" 

"It's not just you," Cole whispered back. 

Mia's sharp ears picked up their muttering, and she glared at them both. "I heard that, Kai and Cole. If you two have time to gossip, you have time to adjust your posture. Sit up straight! Kai, stop slouching!" 

Nya cleared her throat, trying to ease the tension. "Mia, maybe we're overdoing it a bit. Everyone looks fine—great, even. Why don't we just enjoy the tea?" 

Mia sighed dramatically, placing her hands on her hips. "Fine? Fine?! Nya, this is about more than just appearances. It's about unity, professionalism, and respect. You all need to—" 

A loud crash interrupted her tirade as Lloyd tripped over his chair, sending his freshly combed hair into disarray. 

Mia turned slowly, her eye twitching. "Lloyd Montgomery Garmadon... WHAT did I say about grace and composure?" 

"I-It wasn't my fault! The chair—" 

"No excuses!" Mia barked, pulling out the coupons from her bag. "And now we're docking dessert privileges for the rest of the week!" 

Everyone groaned. 

Ghoultar leaned toward Morro. "She scarier than Preeminent." 

Morro nodded solemnly. "No doubt." 

Jay threw his hands in the air. "Mia, you're out of control! You can't just take over every little thing!" 

Mia crossed her arms. "Maybe I wouldn't have to if you all just cooperated." 

Wu took a calming sip of tea. "Perhaps this is a lesson in moderation, Mia." 

Mia sighed, finally sitting down. "Fine. But if any of you embarrass me, I'm bringing the catapult next time." 

Everyone shuddered at the thought as Molly buried her face in her hands. "I created a monster."

" Okay, so since Bansha and Soul Archer are gonna marry Molly, we have a few things to clear up."

She reached into her bag and pulled a stack of papers.

" Okay, each of you must sign these papers." She said in a serious tone.

Molly blinked as she saw the stack. " How many are there, even?!"

" Ony 4558."

" FOUR THOUSAND FIVE HUNDERED FIFTY EIGHT?!" Molly, Bansha and Sour Archer yelled.

" That seem like a lot." Ghoultar commented.

Mia pushed up her imaginary glasses and gave them all a stern look. "It's not that many. If you divide it between the two of you ( talking to you, Bansha and Archer), that's only 2,279 each. Completely manageable!"

Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. "Mia, why in the world are there 4,558 papers?!"

Mia raised a finger, her tone as serious as ever. "These are critical forms for ensuring the success of your union. We've got contracts for living arrangements, ghost-human harmony agreements, meal plans, chore schedules, vacation proposals—"

Soul Archer interrupted. "Why would we need vacation proposals?"

"Because ghosts don't vacation, but Molly does," Mia said matter-of-factly. "We need to account for cultural differences to avoid unnecessary conflicts. You're welcome."

Bansha buried her face in her hands. "This is absurd. Mia, can't we just— I don't know—skip all of this and focus on the wedding plans?"

Mia gasped in mock horror. "Skip the paperwork? Bansha, that's how chaos starts! Do you want misunderstandings? Do you want disputes over whose turn it is to do the dishes?"

Ghoultar chuckled. "Mia, we ghosts. We don't eat, so no dishes to clean."

Mia narrowed her eyes at him. "And who's going to clean the ectoplasm stains, huh, Ghoultar? Ghosts still leave messes!"

Ghoultar raised his hands defensively. "Fair point."

Molly looked at the towering stack of papers and sighed. "Mia, I think we can simplify this. Maybe just... a few key agreements instead of all this?"

Mia crossed her arms. "Molly, this is your future we're talking about! What if Soul Archer forgets to take out the spectral trash, or Bansha hogs all the ghostly robes? This paperwork ensures fairness and accountability!"

Soul Archer gave a dry laugh. "I think I'd rather face the Preeminent again than sign all this."

Mia glared. "If you want to marry Molly, you'll sign every single page."

Jay, leaning against the wall, snorted. "I warned you guys. Once Mia gets an idea in her head, there's no stopping her."

Molly groaned, burying her face in her hands. "Why did I even mention marriage in front of her?"

Bansha sighed. "Fine. Hand me the pen."

Mia smiled triumphantly, handing over a pen. "That's the spirit! Now, page one covers—"

"Wait, wait, wait," Soul Archer interrupted, holding up a skeletal hand. "What's catapult clause?"

Mia smirked. "Oh, that's just in case anyone refuses to cooperate. It's purely precautionary. For now."

Everyone gulped, realizing Mia's seriousness.

Molly let out a large sigh and shook her arm. " Okay. All the forms are finished."

" Good. Now it's time to move onto Bansha's clothing. I've already ordered her makeup. And perfume." Mia said as she scrolled on her laptop.

Molly slumped into a chair, exhausted from the endless paperwork. "Mia, are you sure Bansha needs makeup and perfume? She's a ghost. I don't even think she has pores."

Bansha crossed her arms, looking skeptical. "She's right. Why would I need perfume? I don't even sweat."

Mia didn't even look up from her laptop. "You may not sweat, but weddings are about appearances, Bansha. Everyone needs to look their best. And you've got this whole... ominous thing going on. We need to balance that with some elegance."

Soul Archer tilted his head. "Isn't her ominous look kind of the point? She's a ghost bride."

Mia shook her head with a dramatic sigh. "No, no, no! This isn't just a ghost wedding—it's a spectacle. You'll thank me later." She clicked on something on her screen and smiled. "There. I've booked you a makeup artist who specializes in... ethereal looks. And the perfume is lavender—soothing yet classy."

Bansha groaned. "Mia, I'm a banshee. My 'classy' is screaming people into oblivion, not... whatever this is."

Molly tried to intervene. "Mia, maybe we can tone it down a bit? Just let Bansha and Soul Archer decide—"

"No!" Mia interrupted, holding up a hand. "This is my wedding gift to you, Molly. Trust me, I've got it all under control."

Soul Archer leaned over to Kai and whispered, "Why does it feel like Mia's taking over the entire wedding?"

Kai chuckled. "Welcome to the club. She's like this with everything. Just let it happen."

Jay, who had been silently watching, smirked. "You guys should be glad she didn't bring out the holographic presentation. That's when you know it's serious."

Mia perked up. "Oh, that's a great idea, Jay! I should make one to showcase the wedding itinerary!"

Jay's face dropped. "Oh no, what have I done?"

Mia clapped her hands together. "Alright! Bansha, I'll need your measurements for the dress alterations. And Soul Archer, don't think I've forgotten about you—you're getting fitted for a custom tuxedo."

Soul Archer groaned. "I'm a skeleton. I don't need a tuxedo."

Mia raised an eyebrow. "You do if you want to marry Molly. This wedding is going to be perfect, and I won't let anyone slack off!"

Molly sighed, rubbing her temples. "I should've eloped."

Mia spun her laptop around, displaying an image of the wedding dress she had chosen for Molly. It was a masterpiece of excess: layers upon layers of glittering fabric, a ten-foot train, pearls, sequins, and more frills than seemed reasonable.

Molly's jaw dropped. "Mia... that's too much! I look like I'm about to marry into royalty!"

Mia tilted her head, confused. "But you're marrying two ghosts! That's practically royalty in the spooky world, isn't it?"

Soul Archer coughed. "Uh... not really."

Garmadon, who had been lurking near the door and fidgeting with his borrowed suit, chimed in. "I agree with Molly. This dress is excessive, and I'm fairly certain she doesn't need all that makeup and... whatever those sparkly things are."

Mia shot him a look. "They're Swarovski crystals, Garmadon. Please, show some culture."

Garmadon crossed his arms. "Fine, but can I please get out of these clothes now? This bowtie is choking me, and this shirt itches."

Mia shrugged. "Sure, if you want to look like a hobo roaming around in just your underwear. That's up to you."

Garmadon scowled. "I wouldn't be in just my underwear. I have robes!"

Mia smirked. "Flimsy robes, might I add. Hobo chic."

Jay snickered from the corner. "She's got you there, Garmadon."

Molly held up her hands, trying to regain control. "Mia, I appreciate the effort, but this is my wedding. Maybe something... simpler? Less 'parade float' and more 'charming ghost wedding'?"

Mia huffed, looking genuinely offended. "Simpler? Molly, do you want this wedding to be memorable or meh? I've already ordered everything. It's non-refundable."

Soul Archer leaned over to Bansha. "I told you she'd take over."

Bansha nodded. "Yeah, but at least we'll all look... uh... sparkly."

Molly sighed. "This is going to be a long day, isn't it?"

Mia smiled brightly, clapping her hands. "Exactly! Weddings are a marathon, not a sprint!"

Mia clapped her hands, her grin widening. "Oh! And for the cake, I ordered a stunning 456-layer chocolate masterpiece!"

Molly blinked. "Four hundred and fifty-six layers?!"

Soul Archer gaped. "How do you even cut a cake that big?"

Mia waved dismissively. "Oh, it comes with a custom ladder and slicing mechanism. It's very innovative!"

Bansha leaned forward. "Does it at least have vanilla frosting?"

Mia gave her an incredulous look. "Vanilla? No, Bansha, this is a chocolate cake through and through. Chocolate layers, chocolate frosting, and molten chocolate drizzle. It's a statement piece!"

Molly buried her face in her hands. "This wedding is turning into a circus."

Mia ignored her and continued scrolling on her laptop. "And for footwear, Molly, I got you these exquisite 394,750-inch heels."

Molly's head snapped up. "Three hundred and ninety-four thousand inch heels?! Mia, I'll be walking on stilts!"

Mia raised a finger. "Correction, you'll be floating gracefully. They come with built-in stabilizers and emergency parachutes."

Soul Archer stared. "Parachutes? For a wedding?"

Mia smirked. "Safety first!"

"And me?" Bansha asked cautiously. "What do I get?"

Mia beamed. "Oh, you're going to love this. You're wearing a boot."

Bansha blinked. "A boot? Singular?"

"Yes! A single, glorious, knee-high, ghostly boot. It's edgy, chic, and screams 'I haunt in style.'"

Jay rubbed his temples. "Mia, I think you're officially losing it."

Mia turned to him, feigning offense. "Losing it? Jay, I've got this whole wedding under control. You should be thanking me!"

Molly groaned. "Can I at least veto something here?"

Mia's grin didn't falter. "Of course, Molly. As long as it's not the cake, the dress, the heels, or the boot."

Garmadon sighed, tugging at his bowtie. "This is why I don't do weddings."

Master Wu stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Mia, will there be tea at this wedding?"

Mia stared at him as if he'd just suggested serving rocks. "Tea? Master Wu, do you want everyone to turn old and wrinkly like you?"

Wu raised an eyebrow. "Tea is a timeless beverage of great wisdom and tradition. It calms the mind and soothes the soul."

Mia shook her head firmly. "No tea! There's going to be fizzy soda! Lots of it!"

Wu tilted his head. "Fizzy soda... in tea flavor?"

Mia's jaw dropped in exaggerated disbelief. "Master Wu, you sound like you were born centuries ago."

Wu sipped his own tea with a smirk. "That's because I was, child."

Jay leaned over to Lloyd. "Is it bad that I'm kinda with Master Wu on this one? Tea-flavored soda sounds interesting."

Lloyd groaned. "Don't encourage him."

Mia wagged a finger at Wu. "Look, Master, fizzy soda is modern and fun. It's what the people want. No one wants to sip boring tea while partying!"

Wu smiled knowingly. "Ah, Mia, someday you'll understand the quiet joy of a warm cup of tea."

Mia crossed her arms. "And someday, Master Wu, you'll understand that fizzy soda in a million flavors is the future!"

Wu chuckled. "We shall see, young one. We shall see."

Mia tapped away on her laptop, her face serious as she crunched numbers. Then she stopped, smiled, and announced with great satisfaction, "Hmmmmmm... okay, yeah. 545,967,547,504,846,251,127,596,006,964,948 people should be enough guests."

The room fell silent.

Molly stared at Mia, her face pale. "WHAT?!" she finally shrieked, clutching the edge of the table for support. "MIA, HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?!"

Bansha fanned Molly to keep her from fainting. "That's... not even close to the population of the universe!"

Soul Archer leaned in, bewildered. "Where would they even fit?"

Mia blinked innocently, clearly unbothered. "Oh, don't worry. I've booked several planets to accommodate everyone. It'll be fine!"

Molly buried her face in her hands, groaning, "Planets?! Mia, this is a wedding, not a galactic summit!"

Garmadon, who had been quietly sipping tea in his bow tie and shirt, sighed. "I feel faint myself, and I don't even eat."

Wu, looking intrigued, stroked his beard. "Will there be enough tea for that many guests?"

Mia shot him a look. "Master Wu, if you mention tea one more time, I'll add another trillion guests just to spite you."

Jay leaned over to Nya. "She's not even joking."

Nya nodded solemnly. "Oh, I know."

Despite Molly's near breakdown, Mia showed no sign of remorse. "This will be the most unforgettable wedding in history. You'll thank me later!" she declared proudly.

Molly groaned again. "I'll need a vacation after this."

Just then, Nelson burst into the room, slightly out of breath. "What's the emergency? Mia, I came as fast as I could!"

Mia turned to him with a bright smile, her tone sweet and commanding all at once. "Oh, Nelson, my sweet boyfriend. Thank you for coming!"

Nelson blinked. "Uh... so what's going on?"

Without missing a beat, Mia gestured to Soul Archer, who looked utterly confused. "Could you be a dear and take Soul Archer to the desert and, you know, wash his body? He needs a full scrub-down."

Nelson froze. "Wait... what?"

"Thank you, love you!" Mia added cheerfully, blowing him a kiss before turning back to her laptop, clearly already onto her next task.

Soul Archer raised a skeletal hand. "Uh... I feel like I should have a say in this?"

Nelson looked between Mia and Soul Archer, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "Mia, I... what?!"

Mia glanced up, rolling her eyes. "Nelson, darling, don't overthink it. Just a quick desert trip! Scrub, scrub, rinse, done! Easy."

Nelson groaned, rubbing his temples. "Why do I feel like I walked into a trap?"

Jay patted his shoulder sympathetically. "Welcome to my life."

Molly muttered under her breath, "Soul Archer, run while you still can."

Soul Archer looked like he was genuinely considering it.

Nelson sighed, shaking his head. "Fine, I'll do it, but—"

Mia cut him off mid-sentence with a dramatic gasp. "Actually, no. You're too precious to me, my sweet boyfriend. I can't risk your safety or your perfect hands getting dirty."

Nelson blinked. "What—"

Before anyone could process, Mia whipped out a leash from her seemingly endless bag of supplies. With precision and speed that suggested she'd practiced this, she looped it around Soul Archer, who was too stunned to react.

"Wait, WHAT?!" Soul Archer yelped, his hollow voice echoing around the room.

"Problem solved," Mia said brightly, tugging the leash hard enough to drag Soul Archer a few feet forward.

Nelson gawked. "That was... brutal."

Soul Archer clawed at the leash, attempting to regain some dignity. "Is this even legal? I'm not a pet!"

Mia ignored the protests as she began gathering supplies. She swept up her laptop, her meticulously organized folder of wedding plans, and even a portable hotspot. With a glint in her eye, she announced, "Now, if you'll excuse us, I'll be taking Soul Archer to the desert myself. And don't even think about touching anything while I'm gone. I'm taking ALL my stuff with me!"

Everyone watched in stunned silence as Mia strapped bags to her shoulders and carried out more items than seemed physically possible.

Nelson muttered, "I don't even know how she does that."

Jay sighed, folding his arms. "You think this is bad? You should've seen what she did when she planned our last game night. The Monopoly board never recovered."

As Mia dragged a still-protesting Soul Archer out of the room, Molly leaned against the table, her face pale. "If she plans to control this wedding the way she controls everything else, I might not survive to say 'I do.'"

Master Wu, sipping tea in the corner, calmly added, "Fizzy soda weddings are not for the faint of heart."

Nelson shook his head as Mia's voice echoed from down the hall, calling out orders about the perfect body-washing techniques. "Yep. Brutal."

Jay sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Nelson, go with her. Please. I can't trust Mia to not go overboard without supervision."

Nelson groaned but nodded. "Got it. Someone's gotta keep things semi-sane."

By the time Nelson caught up with Mia and Soul Archer, they were already halfway to the desert. Mia had Soul Archer in tow, still leashed, while humming a cheerful tune as if dragging an undead archer through the wilderness was just a casual afternoon stroll.

"You're late, Nelson," Mia said without looking back. "Hurry up. We've got a lot of work to do!"

When they reached the scorching sands of the desert, Mia set down her bags with dramatic flair. Pulling out a bar of soap, a bucket, and a sponge, she snapped her fingers. "Alright, Soul Archer. Time to make you presentable."

Soul Archer growled. "This is humiliating. I'm a ghost! Why do I even need to be scrubbed?!"

"Because," Mia said firmly, hands on her hips, "you're going to be in wedding photos. No one wants to see dusty, crusty ghost skin in their album!" She turned to Nelson. "Now, Nelson, start scrubbing. Over there. And there. Oh, and especially—" she pointed emphatically, "right there!"

Nelson sighed and dropped to his knees beside the bucket, his eyes squeezed shut. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he muttered, carefully reaching out with the sponge.

"Eyes closed!" Mia barked. "We can't have you traumatized by ghost anatomy!"

Soul Archer flailed indignantly. "Hey! Stop it! This is ridiculous!"

Nelson, his eyes still closed, awkwardly moved the sponge. "Mia, can you at least direct me? I can't see a thing!"

Mia stood nearby, arms crossed like a director on a movie set. "A little to the left... No, your other left. Yes, there! Now scrub harder. Put some effort into it, Nelson!"

Soul Archer groaned. "Why do I feel like a car being detailed?"

"Because you basically are," Mia said nonchalantly. "Now stop squirming. Nelson, you missed a spot!"

Nelson muttered under his breath, "This has got to be the weirdest thing I've ever done..."

Mia clapped her hands triumphantly as they finished. "Perfect! Soul Archer, you're practically glowing!"

Soul Archer glared at her. "I hate everything about this."

Nelson finally opened his eyes, looking exhausted. "Next time, Jay can do this. Or better yet, how about no one does this?"

Mia just grinned. "Great job, team! Now pack up. We've got more wedding prep to conquer!"

Nelson stared at her, dumbfounded. "You're unstoppable, aren't you?"

"Always," Mia said with a wink.

As they returned from the desert, Mia practically skipped with a sense of triumph. Soul Archer, still grumbling under his breath, was no longer covered in desert dust and grime, but now he looked... well, a little too pristine. He was gleaming, almost as if he'd been dipped in polish, and his expression was a mix of indignation and disbelief.

Bansha and Molly turned around as they heard the footsteps, both of their eyes widening at the sight of Soul Archer, looking like he'd just come out of a ghostly beauty salon.

Molly blinked in confusion. "Is that... is that Soul Archer?" she asked hesitantly.

Bansha stared at the ghost, her hand hovering over her mouth in shock. "Oh no... What did you do to him?" she gasped, eyes wide as she took in his gleaming form.

Mia, standing proudly behind Soul Archer, folded her arms and grinned. "I gave him a makeover! Doesn't he look amazing?" she asked, practically beaming.

Soul Archer shot her a dark glare. "I feel ridiculous," he grumbled. "I was fine the way I was."

Bansha bit her lip to stifle a laugh, but Molly was less subtle. She covered her face with her hands and groaned. "Why does he look like a walking disco ball? Did you wax him? He's shiny!" she exclaimed, incredulous.

Mia shrugged nonchalantly. "It's all part of the wedding prep. No one wants to look all dusty and grimy in the photos." She shot a smug look at Soul Archer. "Now, doesn't he look presentable?"

Bansha sighed dramatically. "I thought we were supposed to make this a classy event, not a circus!"

Soul Archer crossed his arms, pouting like a child. "I was classy before I got dragged into this absurdity."

Nelson, who had been quietly trailing behind, rubbed his eyes. "You guys have no idea. The things I had to scrub... I'll never be the same again." He winced. "It was like cleaning a haunted car."

Molly raised an eyebrow. "Well, at least now we won't have to worry about him looking like he just came out of the grave... But next time, Mia, maybe leave the beauty treatments to the professionals?"

Mia simply shrugged again. "Professionals are overrated. And besides, it was fun!" She looked at Soul Archer with a mischievous smile. "You'll thank me later when you're the most stylish one at the wedding."

Soul Archer just shook his head, resigned. "I hate this."

Bansha and Molly exchanged a look and burst into laughter, clearly realizing that no matter what happened next, the wedding was going to be anything but ordinary.