Viola Harris leaned against the wall as she came out, her face pale as she walked toward the bridal room. Just as she reached the door, it suddenly burst open, and two people came out.
But at that moment.
Riiip—
"Ah!"
Before Viola could see clearly the features of the person emerging from the room, a cry and the sound of ripping chiffon came from behind her. Following that was a girl's cry of surprise.
She quickly turned around and saw a bridesmaid with a downcast face, looking down at the hem of her bridesmaid dress.
The organza had accidentally hooked onto a metal decoration on someone else's clothing, and as both parties walked away in opposite directions, the dress tore under the tension.
Viola clasped her forehead, closed her eyes for a moment, then stepped forward. "Aurora, you really have to be more careful!" she said as she straightened out the torn part of Aurora Douglas's hem. It was a large tear that they couldn't possibly hide.
