The afternoon sun poured through the cathedral’s stained-glass windows, painting the marble floor with vibrant colors as guests settled into the pews, buzzing with anticipation. The air was sweet with the scent of roses, and soft whispers filled the space. At the altar, Thomas stood nervously, adjusting his tie, palms slightly damp with excitement and anxiety. His heart raced at the thought of marrying Emily, radiant and graceful, the love of his life.
As the organist began the bridal march, all eyes turned toward the entrance. Emily appeared, ethereal in her flowing ivory gown, her father beside her, proud and emotional. Thomas’s heart swelled with adoration, but as she approached, confusion flickered across his face.
At the midway point, a strange ripple passed through Emily’s gown, moving as if it had a life of its own. Guests murmured in curiosity, their heads craning for a better view. Emily remained serene, eyes fixed on Thomas, unaware of the subtle chaos unfolding beneath her dress.
With each step, the motion became more pronounced. Gasps spread through the crowd. Thomas’s mind raced, his face paling as he struggled to understand what he was seeing. Emily finally noticed, her eyes widening in surprise as the fabric shifted and rustled beneath her gown.
“Emily!” Thomas called, concern lacing his voice. She looked down and carefully lifted the hem of her dress, revealing the source of the disturbance—
