Author's Note: Oh, man. It's been a year since I've worked on this fic, and since I promised myself that I'd finish it, here's a new chapter! I doubt anyone's still reading this (it's probably way down there on the list), but to anyone who decides to open this up now, thanks!

I've been busy with school, World of Warcraft, my girlfriend, and life in general lately; not to mention that my fandom for the series kind of went down last year. But I've picked my DS up since then, and 3-5 has reminded me just how much I love these games. So here I am again, back with a vengeance to finish what I've started.

Disclaimer: After a year of absence from this site, I still don't own the Ace Attorney series.

Inside the dressing room, Sister Bikini was calmly placing the finishing touches on Iris' makeup. A few gentle strokes of the brush here and there, and Iris looked more beautiful than ever. Her eyelashes were curled sublimely, lined with jet black mascara. Her cheeks were rosy with the makeup applied earlier, and her lips were shining and sparkling with bright red lip gloss. She stared at herself in the mirror for ten seconds in a daze, speechless at the unusual self-sight. She clearly wasn't used to looking that way.

"I-I look strange, Sister…!" Iris shook her head in exasperation.

"Strange? If that's what 'strange' is, I don't know what 'beautiful' is anymore! You look stunning, my dear, if I do say so myself. Ha, ha! Ho, ho, ho!" Sister Bikini was bouncing up and down in delight. "You are going to turn so many heads in there, Iris."

"R-really…? I… don't exactly know how I should be feeling about that…" Iris blushed redder than her makeup.

"You should be proud of your natural beauty, my dear! Of course, my own beauty must've rubbed off on you at some point in our lives," said Bikini with a wide grin on her face.

A knock on the door came five seconds after Bikini had finished speaking. It was a rather light, yet firm knock, characteristic of the person outside the door.

"Who is it?" bellowed Sister Bikini from the vanity.

"Sister Bikini, it's Franziska von Karma. May I be allowed permission to enter?"

"Oh, of course, of course! Come right in."

Franziska entered gracefully with long strides, whip in hand. "Thank you, Sister. Hello, Iris. It's nice to see you again after so long, and much more in these circumstances."

"Ah, hello, Ms. von Karma! I'm glad you could make it…" Iris smiled purely at Franziska.

"By the looks of things here, I take it everyone's nearly ready for the ceremony?" Franziska glanced towards the direction of the rack upon which Iris' dress hung. "Although it looks like your outfit is just waiting for you, Iris."

"Ah…! Y-yes, of course!" Iris scurried right out of her seat and walked briskly over to the dress rack. She took the outfit off its holder slowly and stared at it intently. After breathing deeply and letting out a long sigh, she started slipping it on her body. It was a flawless fit, with the waist accentuating her curves very well, and the bottom wrapped around her legs, much like the usual clothes she wears in the temple as an acolyte. It was essentially a white version of her everyday outfit, albeit adorned with diamonds.

"A perfect gown worthy of a von Karma's approval! You look just lovely in that dress, Iris," said Franziska with her trademark grin. "Now, if we're all set, I, Franziska von Karma, shall personally accompany you to the courtyard."

Iris glanced at Sister Bikini and nodded with a hint of confidence on her face. "Let's go, then."

Franziska held the door open for Iris and Bikini and followed right after them. Iris was ahead of the small group, deep in thought.

"This is the big day. I'm finally going to get married to my darling Feenie…! I have to relax and just enjoy this day… or else I might embarrass Feenie, myself, and Sister Bikini…"

She took one last deep breath, and headed out towards the courtyard.