Eileen slowly made her way to the wedding venue. It was the moment she stepped out of the mansion.
A cheerful melody, snippets of conversation, laughter, and the chirping of birds all blended together in a symphony of sounds. All eyes turned to the bride's entrance as Eileen emerged.
The bustling crowd fell silent abruptly as Eileen stepped outside, a moment of hushed anticipation enveloping the scene.
Even the musicians' performance halted as if frozen by magic. In the suspended time of the banquet hall, only the mournful cry of a confused bird echoed softly.
Eileen clenched the bouquet tightly in her hand, using it to conceal her trembling fingers. Her gaze remained fixed diagonally ahead, focusing solely on the path before her.
The carriage ride had already been tense. Despite her efforts to steel herself, she felt on the verge of vomiting from the uneasy reactions of the guests. The thin veil covering her face seemed to weigh heavily, adding to her discomfort.
