Weddings are often remembered for their beauty, joy, and the countless moments of love shared with family and friends. Mine was no different in one sense, yet it became unforgettable in an entirely unexpected way.

As I stood in front of the mirror, butterflies danced in my stomach. My father stood beside me, his eyes a mixture of pride and caution. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” he asked tenderly. I nodded as I adjusted my veil with steady hands, my heart full of excitement. This was it—my big day.

“Ready as I’ll ever be, Dad,” I replied with a soft smile. Months of planning had led to this point. I’d picked out every tiny detail, from the flowers to the colors, ensuring everything aligned perfectly.

Life, as it turns out, has a peculiar way of upending even the best-laid plans.

The ceremony unfolded as if out of a dream. The soft strains of music filled the air, guests sat with eager smiles, and I walked down the aisle toward Jacob, my love, with a heart full of hope. Everything seemed perfect, like a fairytale crafted with care and affection.

But then, quite suddenly, the unexpected happened.

Just as Jacob and I were on the verge of saying our vows, something unusual drew my gaze to the back of the room. A group of men was approaching, struggling to carry something heavy. My initial thought was a wedding gift. Yet, as they neared, an uncanny feeling settled over me.

It was a coffin.