The Day My Friend Realized She Was the Bride

Had a friend that didn’t know she was the bride until she was halfway down the aisle. Her parents had arranged a marriage for her and had told her that it was her cousin’s wedding. When they arrived, her father takes her arm, and they start walking up the aisle. It isn’t until they’re halfway up that she stops and realizes everyone is looking at her and smiling.

She turned to one of her aunts in the pew next to her and asked them who was getting married.
The whole church went silent, and then the aunt looked at my friend’s father and said, ‘You can’t be serious! You planned a wedding for your daughter and just expected her to go along with it?!’
She pulled my friend into the pew, and they both ran out of the church.

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