Not in the Script

4

The day had finally arrived.

The New York air was crisp but not too cold, a perfect autumn evening settling over the city. The venue was elegant yet intimate. Soft golden lights twinkled against deep green ivy. 

Backstage in a quiet bridal suite, Brylee stood in front of the mirror, smoothing her hand over her dress. It was classic but simple, nothing over-the-top. The kind of dress she felt herself in. 

A soft knock at the door made her turn. Michael Che peeked in, a rare, genuine smile pulling at his lips. "You ready?"

She exhaled. "No. Yes? I don't know."

"Well, you don't have much of a choice. Jost looks like he's either about to pass out or cry."

"Sounds about right."

Che held out his arm. "Come on. Let's go make him sweat."

The ceremony was intimate, filled with their closest family and friends. SNL cast members sat scattered among the guests, a few already placing bets on how many jokes Colin would sneak into his vows.

And then—she appeared.

Tim Dever walked her down the aisle and handed her off in place of her parents, who weren't present.

Colin wasn't sure if he'd ever seen anything more beautiful than Brylee walking down the aisle. His usual quick wit was completely useless now—his mind blank except for her. She smiled at him, eyes shining, and suddenly, nothing else mattered.

When she reached him, he exhaled a quiet laugh. "Hey."

"Hey," she whispered back, her fingers squeezing his.

The officiant—a longtime SNL writer and their mutual friend—cleared his throat. "Alright, before Jost starts crying, let's get this show on the road."

Laughter rippled through the crowd, but when Colin and Brylee locked eyes again, the world faded away.

His vows were perfect—just the right mix of heartfelt and hilarious.

"I knew I loved you when you laughed at one of my dumbest jokes," Colin admitted, his voice thick with emotion. "And I knew I couldn't live without you when I realized I was funnier when you were around."

Brylee bit her lip to stop from crying, shaking her head at him. "That was actually really sweet," she whispered.

Her vows were simple but raw.

"You make me laugh every day," she said, voice shaking just slightly. "And you make me feel like I'm home, no matter where we are. I love you, Colin. And I can't wait to spend forever with you."

When the officiant finally said, "You may kiss the bride," Colin didn't hesitate. He pulled her in, pressing his lips to hers as the guests erupted into cheers.

Later, at the reception, the dance floor was a mix of elegant sways and absolutely ridiculous moves. 

Michael Che stood up, adjusting his tie like he was about to give a presidential address. He grabbed the mic, took a long sip of his drink, and sighed dramatically.

"Well. Here we are. The day has come. Colin Jost—somehow—has tricked a beautiful, talented, intelligent woman into marrying him."

The room erupted into laughter as Colin shook his head, already regretting letting Che speak.

"And honestly? I don't know how to feel about it. Part of me is happy for him. The other part of me is deeply concerned for Brylee's judgment."