I knew it, something was bound to go wrong, Elle thought in despair, almost close to tears.
The groom was supposed to come ahead of the bride and stand at the altar, waiting for her to be given to him. They had rehearsed this days ago and practiced, and Elle knew the vows she was to give, his words, and his expected reactions. But right where her groom was supposed to be standing, the space was empty.
Only the priest was there, his expression was that of impatience. It seemed the guests had expected the groom to arrive first, and when they realized it was her, the murmuring grew loud, everyone whispering and wondering where he was.
Elle scanned the crowd of guests.
The McKay relatives were all present, but her groom's parents were not. A sinking feeling twisted in her stomach, and she tightened her hand around her uncle's arm.
"What's going on? Where is the groom?" she heard her uncle demand of someone.
