James turned pale, his mind racing. What could possibly be under her gown? A mouse? A snake? The possibilities were endless and none of them seemed good. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.

“I’ll check,” he replied softly, attempting to maintain composure.

With the attention of everyone now focused on the couple, James knelt down beside Sophie, carefully lifting the hem of her dress. His blood ran cold as he felt something brush against his hand. The guests leaned forward, eyes wide with anticipation and concern.