Pinkie Pie kept her head low as she paced around the room, dragging her hooves along the ragged red carpet. Her mane was even more frazzled than usual, and scraped against her eyes as she walked. The hem of her dress was ripped, leaving a hunk of fabric to hang free.

There came a knock at the door.

"Go away!" Pinkie yelled, her voice tinged with a quivering fuzz. She shook her head. "I don't wanna see anypony..."

"Pinkie, please," Twilight said through the wood. "Open up."

Pinkie gasped and backed up to the wall. "No!" she yelped. "You can't come in, Twilight! Rarity said that we're not supposed to see each other yet! It's bad luck!"

"Rarity can deal," Twilight said. The doorknob spent a moment caught in a magenta glow before the lock gave way, and the door slid open. Twilight walked inside and closed the door behind her. Her veil had been pulled back, revealing a frown and a set of furrowed brows.

As the sunlight filtered through the stained glass and hit Twilight's pure white dress, Pinkie found the wind stolen from her lungs. "Oh my gosh," she murmured, swallowing the sob already rising in her throat. "You look so pretty."

Twilight's frown gave way to a smile. "You too," she said as she walked forward. She touched Pinkie's shoulder and asked, "What's wrong? Rarity said that everything was going fine, and all of a sudden you stormed out."

"It wasn't going fine," Pinkie muttered, ears drooping. "You know what's wrong."

"Is it because my parents aren't here yet?"

Pinkie glared at the carpet. "How was I—I didn't know that their train tickets I bought for them were gonna get lost! I just—"

Twilight draped a warm wing over her back, melting her words. "And because the Cakes made a strawberry cake instead of the raspberry one you asked for?"

"You hate strawberries," Pinkie squeaked. She buried her face into Twilight's side. "I'm sorry..."

Twilight nuzzled her forehead. "It's okay."

"It's not okay!" Pinkie said, pulling away. She started pacing again, returning to her well-worn path through the carpet. "I made a Pinkie Promise that this was going to be the best day ever, but it’s not, and everything is going bad, and now my dress is ripped, and you saw me when you weren’t supposed to, and now my makeup is ruined—

"It's just a cake and a train delay," Twilight said, blocking Pinkie's path. "We've seen worse. We've fought worse! You've been planning this for months; you can't give up now."

"I can't plan things. I just mess them up." Pinkie bit down a wail and managed to meet Twilight's eyes. "You... you should leave. You deserve someone better than me."

"Pinkie!" Twilight said, frowning. "Don't say that!"

"But it's true! Rarity and Applejack and everyone said that today is supposed to be the happiest day ever. But you're not happy." Pinkie fell to her stomach and buried her head in her hooves. "And how am I supposed to make you happy when we’re super old and stuff if I can’t even make you happy now?"

For a moment, neither of them said anything, letting Pinkie's whimpers hang in the air. Twilight gazed at her heaving lover with wide eyes.

She screwed up her face and shook her head. "That's not true. You can make me happy—just by being you."

"Huh?" Pinkie lifted her head. "What do you mean?"

Twilight hiked up her dress so that she could lay down next to Pinkie. "I know you're not the most organized pony in world. But you don't have to be! You're crazy, and you're funny, and you're cute. And that's just the way I like it." She touched her nose to Pinkie's. "That's why I asked you to marry me."

Pinkie stared, jaw slack. Then, without a word, she blinked away the tears in her eyes and leaned into her fiancée. The two of them shared a long kiss, basking in the light of the stained glass. When a minute had passed, and the sadness had all but dried from her eyes, Pinkie pulled away and smiled.

"I love you," Pinkie said.

"I love you too," Twilight replied. She reached into Pinkie's frazzled mane and pulled out a box of tissues. "Now, c'mon. I think the buffet is opening soon."

Pinkie grabbed a tissue and grinned. "Ooh! I call dibs on the cute little sandwiches!"

The two stood and headed back to their friends, together.