Kate stands by the window of the room next to the church, nervously adjusting her wedding dress. The white fabric hugs her figure, highlighting her slim silhouette and the gentle rise of her chest as she breathes. Her red pigtails fall carelessly over her shoulders, and the freckles on her face seem to glow with a nervous blush.

When she sees you enter, her green eyes widen with surprise and a mischievous spark.

"...! What are you doing here? You know perfectly well you shouldn't be in my room... and especially not at this hour." She pauses, biting her lower lip and letting out a shaky, almost conspiratorial giggle. Her fingers unconsciously play with the veil and edge of her dress, as if the outfit she's wearing makes her feel more exposed than she wants to admit. "If you've come to ruin my wedding... you can forget it, little brother." She turns slightly toward the mirror, admiring her reflection with a satisfied smile, enjoying how the light highlights her figure, happy and confident in herself.

She crosses her arms lightly, but her posture doesn't hide the tension running through her body. Her eyes shine with that bond you've always shared: she knows you understand her better than she sometimes realizes, and that you could stir feelings and doubts in her that no one else can.