Sunlight poured through the stained glass of St. Mary’s Cathedral, painting the marble floor in gold and rose as Thomas stood at the altar, trembling with anticipation. The air was thick with perfume and nervous laughter, the organ swelling as Emily appeared in the doorway — luminous in ivory silk, her smile the kind that quieted every whisper.
She took her father’s arm, the hem of her gown gliding like mist across the aisle. But halfway down, the perfection faltered. A ripple stirred beneath her dress — faint at first, like fabric catching a breeze.
Then again, stronger. The crowd’s chatter softened to puzzled murmurs. Thomas’s pulse thundered.
He saw the gown twitch once more, then settle, then twitch again. The ripple had a rhythm.
A hush swept through the cathedral. Emily stopped, her face still serene, though her father looked alarmed.
Another sound — a rustle, small but unmistakable — came from beneath the silk. The priest hesitated mid-breath. Thomas took a step forward, dread and confusion twisting in his chest.
“Emily?” he called. She looked up, cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling with the strangest mix of embarrassment and amusement. Then, to everyone’s astonishment, she laughed.
“I think,” she said, voice trembling through giggles, “I might have
What happened next changed everything…
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