I was the groom’s childhood friend, and I was overjoyed to see him finally find happiness. His bride was walking down the aisle, and everything seemed like a fairytale: the stunning white dress, the long train, the flowers… But something felt off. Her walk seemed strange. It was as if she couldn’t move comfortably.
I watched more closely as the bride approached the altar. Her steps were awkward, almost unsteady. Everyone around was immersed in the joyful atmosphere, but I couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling that something was wrong.
As she drew nearer, one of the guests whispered a joke about how the bride seemed to be “floating” down the aisle. People chuckled softly, but I wasn’t laughing. Something was eating at me. And at the very moment when the bride was nearly at the altar, I stepped closer.
