I’m imagining it to go something like the this:
Me, wearing mad hat and unsure what’s going on. Cheetah staring at me saying “I am your wedding and I’m closer than you think, but also beautiful and a party animal, dahling.” And then the champers, being drunk by the bottle-full.
(not picutred: friends, moms, grandmas, and other excellent women… they are probably gathering ’round the food wondering to each other why I’m wearing such a very LARGE hat).
Another from Conde Nast.