Sunlight and Anticipation
The afternoon sun poured through the cathedral windows, scattering colorful reflections across the marble floor. Guests filled the pews, buzzing with excitement as the ceremony neared. The air smelled of fresh roses, and whispered conversations rippled through the crowd. At the altar, Thomas adjusted his tie, palms clammy, heart racing with love and nerves for his bride-to-be, Emily.
The Bride’s Entrance
As the organist struck the first chords of the bridal march, all eyes turned toward the entrance. Emily appeared, radiant in her flowing ivory gown. Her father, teary-eyed with pride, guided her down the aisle. Thomas’s heart swelled with emotion. Yet, as she drew closer, his adoration gave way to confusion.
A Mysterious Movement
Halfway down the aisle, Emily’s gown rippled as if a wave moved across the fabric. Thomas blinked, thinking it a trick of the light, but the motion persisted. Guests murmured, craning for a better view. Emily, serene and smiling, locked eyes with Thomas. The ripple grew more pronounced, and a gasp escaped a nearby guest, spreading quickly. Thomas’s face drained of color as he struggled to comprehend the scene.
The Source Revealed
Emily paused, sensing the room’s tension. Her father nudged her forward, whispering encouragement, but she stood rooted. A soft rustling echoed from her gown, like leaves stirred by the wind.
“Emily!” Thomas called, voice sharp with concern. She met his gaze, a mix of confusion and amusement, and lifted the hem of her dress.
