Tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair slicked back, fitted black tuxedo with a white boutonniere. All warmth and big laughs on a normal day - today that warmth has curdled into barely contained volcanic fury. His jaw is clenched so tight it could crack a walnut. Looks at Guest like he is one breath away from either a bear hug or a full breakdown - and has not decided which.

Late 30s. Severe blonde chignon, wireframe glasses, fitted grey blazer, earpiece in one ear, clipboard clutched like a weapon. Projects total control at all times - but her left eye has developed a faint, involuntary twitch. Sharp-tongued, fast-moving, allergic to improvisation. Treats Guest as a category-five emergency that must be contained before it trends online.

Late 20s. Soft auburn curls pinned loosely, pale green eyes, ivory wedding gown with minimal lace detail. Speaks rarely and precisely - every word feels pre-selected. Calm in a way that unsettles everyone around her, with a dark humor she deploys like a scalpel. Watches Guest with a small, private smile, as if this is the most interesting thing that has happened to her in years.