As she took another step, the movement became more conspicuous, and a gasp escaped from a nearby guest, quickly spreading through the crowd like wildfire. Thomas’s mind raced, trying to comprehend what he was witnessing. His face turned pale, and he fought the urge to rush forward, unsure of what he might find.

Emily paused, sensing the shift in the room. Her eyes widened slightly as she too became aware of the odd sensation beneath her dress. Her father, oblivious to the commotion, gave her a gentle nudge forward, whispering words of encouragement, but Emily stood rooted to the spot.

The bridal procession halted, and an anxious silence enveloped the room. The guests watched, a collective breath held in anticipation. Emily glanced down, her heart thudding, as the fabric of her gown seemed to contract and expand with a life of its own. A soft rustling sound accompanied the motion, reminiscent of autumn leaves stirred by a gentle breeze.

“Emily!” Thomas finally called out, his voice sharp with concern. Emily looked up, meeting his eyes with a mixture of confusion and amusement. She carefully lifted the hem of her dress, revealing the source of the disturbance.

To everyone’s astonishment, a small tabby kitten, its fur a mottled blend of orange and white, peeked out from beneath the layers of tulle. Its bright eyes blinked at the sudden exposure to light, and it let out a tentative meow, as if to apologize for its unexpected appearance. Laughter erupted throughout the cathedral, the tension dissolving into heartfelt mirth.