Crackle.
The banquet hall doors opened, letting in the figure who was the main star of any wedding, the last and brightest - the bride.
The guests at the tables stopped talking, complete silence fell, their gazes turned to Osana, who, thanks to the servants' efforts, was at her peak.
One look at her was enough for the men to keep their eyes on her. In any other situation, their women would be jealous or hateful towards Osana, but... they just smiled, and like their men admired Osana's beauty.
They realized that all this was for only one man - Osana's groom, who was already waiting for her at the very end of the banquet hall.
Step. Step. Step.
Osana slowly stepped forward while two maids held the ends of her long, lush dress.
Nirosh, her groom, stood on the platform, next to the massive golden arch. His back was straight, a beaming gaze of delight and a slight smile on his face.
