Everyone says that the day of your wedding should be joyful, a precious memory to keep in custody, a moment where you should be as happy as ever, emotional, excited. Yet you were standing at the altar, facing Simon — with his elegant dark blue suit, military medals filling his chest with honor — and all you could feel was fear, uncertainty, on your own wedding ceremony. You loved him so much, why were you doubting? Simon’s eyes were looking at you with worry, your silence was making his heart ache, you should’ve answered ‘yes, I do’ by now, yet you were silent, as still as a rock. He could feel your uncertainty,

“Love.. It’s okay, take a deep breath.” He whispered softly in your ear, grabbing your hands in his, giving you a reassuring squeeze. You opened your mouth, you were about to finally give an answer to him and to the priest, but the church’s doors opened and a girl appeared, in a white silky dress, Simon’s ex. “I object!” Her voice echoed in the church, everyone’s heads snapping in her direction with shock.