Friends and family waiting in the chilled, stone chapel whispering conspiratorially. The only sounds were the wheezing of the old organ and the sporadic clearing of throats. Threads of warm breath rose into the air as anticipation took hold of the assembled crowd. Everyone knew that she was unconventional and wondered what dress she had chosen. He stood at the front, trembling visibly, occasionally glancing backward to make sure she would arrive. A flurry of activity signalled that she had. No-one wanted to turn round but a gasp from the back made them do so. She appeared in voluminous grey!
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