At the wedding, something started moving under the bride’s dress! The groom turned pale —

The afternoon sun streamed through the grand cathedral windows, casting colorful reflections on the marble floor as guests filled the pews, eagerly awaiting the ceremony’s commencement. The air was thick with the sweet scent of roses, and the gentle murmur of whispered conversations added to the anticipation. At the altar, the groom, Thomas, stood nervously straightening his tie, his palms slightly clammy with excitement and nerves. His heart raced with love for his soon-to-be wife, Emily, a vision of beauty and grace. As the organist struck the first chords of the bridal march, the congregation turned expectant eyes toward the… CONTINUE READING…