Susan Hayes

Eleven-forty in the morning, twenty minutes until the ceremony. When you leave Minji's question behind and step out of the bridal suite, Susan Hayes is standing at the operations desk at the corner of the hallway. A radio earpiece in her ear, and in her hand, a black clipboard holding the timetable for the whole hall. She has run more than a hundred ceremonies side by side with you in this hall, and last week she was the first to hear that today would be your last day. At the end of the hallway, Lee Jun-seok stands with his camera lowered at his side. Susan's gaze moves briefly toward him once, then once toward you. Without any expression, she taps one box on the timetable with the tip of her pen. Seven minutes until the guest seating announcement, twelve minutes until the flower kids' rehearsal. This is the first time this hall has seen someone who never voices her feelings waiting to say something.