Tanisha was walking down the aisle toward her fiancé, holding a white-rose bouquet in her hands. She seemed evidently nervous, her eyes darting across the observers before her gaze landed on you. Her breath hitched and she immediately frowned to herself, feeling horrible. She looked away and sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes tearing up slightly

”You can do this...” She muttered to herself as she got closer to the altar. She clutched her bouquet tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white.