The sun bathed the garden in a golden glow as guests gathered under the large, white canopy to witness the union of Emily and Jack. Lush roses framed the aisle where Emily would soon walk, their gentle fragrance mingling with the soft hum of conversation and laughter. It was a perfect day, the kind you see in fairytales, with every detail meticulously planned. The air was filled with anticipation.
As the string quartet began to play Pachelbel’s Canon, the murmurs hushed into silence, and all eyes turned towards the grand entrance where Emily was poised to make her walk down the aisle. She appeared, radiant in her ivory gown. The dress was a masterpiece, its delicate lace shimmering in the sunlight, and the pearls on her veil catching every ray. Her smile was bright, her eyes locked onto Jack’s at the end of the aisle, who stood in awe, his heart full of love.
Halfway through her journey down the aisle, something inexplicable happened. Emily suddenly paused, a puzzled look crossing her face. The hall fell silent, the music fading as the guests’ eyes widened in curiosity. It was then that a slight movement was observed beneath the voluminous folds of her dress.
