Connie smiled at her appearance in the mirror. Her silk wedding gown billowed and flowed across the floor, her long auburn locks had been brushed and conditioned until they were as smooth and soft as her dress, and the silver tiara that she wore atop her head glistened as the rays of morning light danced across its surface. Lance barked approval as his mistress gave herself a final once over. "Oh wow! You look beautiful!" Courtney remarked. Sandy nodded. "Yeah, I don't think that I've ever seen you look this glamourous before." The young gypsy added. Connie just blushed. "Reaver, I'm pregnant!"