Designer Priest, Designer Bride

To the sound of the nadaswarams and the conchshells, the abridged wedding reached its crescendo. The priest, forever the impish one, asked the crowd to bless the couple aloud. When they murmured under their breath, he clinched the issue: "All along when I asked you to keep quiet, you did not. Now I am asking you to say something, and you are keeping silent."
This one is a designer sastrigal, I tell you.
Goes with the bride, what?