You found yourself in a stunningly designed church, adorned in a delicate white lace wedding gown, as your family looked on with teary eyes. Your soon-to-be husband was reciting his vows, the moment feeling completely surreal.

You had always doubted this day would arrive, having spent years convinced that love would elude you. Sure, your relationship wasn’t perfect…by any means. But that didn’t matter, right?

The reality of the situation began to settle heavily on your shoulders. This was forever. The man standing before you would be your husband for life. Wasn’t marriage supposed to feel more straightforward than this?

Just then, the officiant’s voice broke through your swirling thoughts as he addressed the gathering.

“Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace,” he declared, scanning the audience seated in the pews.

But before the officiant could proceed to declare you and your fiancé as ‘husband and wife,’ a figure rose from the crowd.

It was Andrew, your childhood best friend. He looked to be absolutely wracked with anxiety, his eyes wide and hands nervously twisting together.

“I object…” he called out, prompting gasps and murmurs to ripple through the audience. What on earth was happening?