The maids escorted Falka to the entrance of the wedding Hall, before they left. In front of her were towering double doors, they were quite eerie and it made her stomach churn.
Falka waited patiently until she heard the announcer announce the arrival of the bride. At that instant, the doors were pushed open to reveal the grandeur of the Hall, the interior screaming opulence as it came into her view.
Falka's gaze screened through the few hundreds of guests who had managed to make it for the wedding. She wasn't expecting a crowd, no matter how small it was and to see hundreds of eyes fixated on her only made her edgy.
Thankfully, it was a bit blurry through the veil, so it was easier to ignore the peering gazes, mixing with crimson hues and typical eye colours.
