The bride looked at him, her eyes softening, the haunting quality dissipating like mist in the morning sun. “I’m… I’m not sure,” she replied, her voice a fragile whisper. “I felt… different, as if I was not myself.”

Together, they sat in silence, holding hands and grounding each other in the reality of their love. Outside, the guests waited anxiously, unaware of the supernatural encounter that had briefly threatened to overshadow the day.