Sakura's brows drew together. Something felt wrong, but she still had a pile of things to deal with: her veil wasn't pinned properly, and a bridesmaid's corsage was crooked.
She bent down to straighten her skirt and muttered, "Honestly, why is everyone so clumsy today?"
Two bridesmaids stood behind her.
Ino wore a pale blue dress and was looking through the earrings in an open jewelry box on the table. Her golden hair gleamed in the sunlight.
Her fingers paused over a pair of pearl earrings, then moved on. She picked up a pair of long silver tassel earrings and held them beside her ears.
Tenten crouched in the corner, arranging bouquets. She held a bent flower stem and carefully straightened it.
When Yongye walked in, all three women's Chakra wavered at once. His Mangekyō Sharingan flared again, bathing the dressing room in crimson light.
All three froze. Then, unable to beat him, they joined him.
Sakura Haruno even delivered a classic movie moment.
Wait—where's my husband?
On their wedding day, the brides and bridesmaids were all late. Outside the dressing room, the grooms paced anxiously. Several times they tried to open the door and ask what was happening, only to be turned away.
Temari's voice came through the crack beneath the door, deliberately steady:
"Don't worry. The brides' makeup has to be perfect. Just wait out there."
Naruto clenched his fists and paced in two circles. "But it's been almost two hours! Hinata never takes this long to do her makeup!"
Sasuke leaned against the wall, his expression as cold as ever. He was a proud Uchiha; he had to stay true to himself at all times.
Shikamaru sighed. "Ten more minutes. If they're still not ready, we're going in."
Temari's voice drifted out again. "Almost done. Wait