The music started, the double doors opened, everyone
turned in their chairs. Standing in the doorway, framed by the setting sun,
stood the bride’s silhouette. She walked down the aisle carefully timing her
steps to the music. Once she was out of the sunlight and fully in the building,
sunbeams filtered through the building’s strained glass, painting her white
dress. Everyone’s heads turned, following her as she walked past them. When she
reached the end of the aisle, the music stopped. The only thing that broke the
silence of the hall were the creaking of chairs as the guests settled.
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