Love. What is love? She'd ponder.
If she would do anything for them, would that be love? If she was willing to give up everything, just for them, would that be love? If she dedicates everything up until now to them, would that be love?
Then why, does she not feel suitable? It was something she wanted so dearly.
And there was someone else. Wedding Cake Cookie. The one who helped her plan this dream wedding. Her emerald green eyes always met her own in ethusiasm and adoration. No one has ever looked at her this way. It felt strange. Foreign. But inside, something bloomed.
Even as she had turned into this monstrous form. She hadn't gazed at her in horror. Only to pass her the bouquet. When she spoke, it was to wish her luck and happiness.
Maybe. Just maybe. This was what love truly felt like.