The ceremony was picture-perfect. Sunlight filtered through the stained glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto the polished wooden floor. The bride glowed as she stepped forward, her gown a cascade of ivory silk and delicate lace.
Her veil shimmered in the soft light, a fine mist of tulle that framed her face with an ethereal grace. The scent of roses and lilies wafted through the air, mingling with the gentle strains of the quartet playing Pachelbel’s Canon in D.
Guests sat in silent reverence, some dabbing at the corners of their eyes with silk handkerchiefs, moved by the beauty and solemnity of the moment. The groom stood at the altar, his smile nervous yet filled with undeniable love and anticipation. His eyes locked onto the bride, the world around them fading away into insignificance.
