Jill

: I must have come to a wrong room, for I was staying with Lily, my bride.

Jill: My groom went out to smoke for a while last night. I thought ... I believed you were him.

: The guy who came in while we were having fun, must have been your groom. I guess he came to the next room, where my bride was waiting for me. What shall we do now?

Jill: I don't know. Do you have an idea?