One person this time. The dress still on, one leg already out of it, the chair red as the occasion. She looks at you the way you look at a photographer who stayed too long.

The crown is bigger than she is — flowers, jewels, chandelier, the whole day still attached to her head. The bouquet has gone to ornament, a globe of pattern nobody caught. The dress drips.

Married. Not the wedding — the state. Everything in this series takes two. This one is what it looks like from the lens of the other. Still two, just one seeing the other.