Shelagh became her one-person wedding support system scouring vintage and second-hand stores for items and driving Jessica to Woodbridge bridalgown stores.
Also slightly cumbersome is the cable that trails the headset like a tail -- any demo that involved walking around required having an employee lift the cables and walk around as if you were wearing some Victorian bridalgown.
Jilted by the man she loved at the altar, Miss Havisham retreats from the world, exiling herself to her old, decaying mansion, never taking off her disintegrating, yellowing bridalgown and plotting her revenge on the male sex by molding her adopted daughter into a cruel man-eater.