The glow of a hundred tapers fills the nave; the air is heady with incense. Organ music swells to the rafters and every head turns. Feet shuffle and the pews creak as those gathered rise and catch a glimpse of the beauty behind the veil, prompting the appearance of lace handkerchiefs to dab at teary eyes. The belle trembles, clinging to the arm of her escort, her eyes focused on the altar awash in orchids and ivy. Her glistening eyes flicker to the loving smile of the gentleman standing at the end of the aisle.
And finally she can breathe.
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100 words to add to that first line. May they live happily ever after.