Weddings were generally flawless affairs, as there were often too many eyes watching for it to be anything but. The bride's family often spent weeks (if not months) organizing the affair and bankrupting themselves in the process. Today's event was no different. It was obvious that the bride's family spared no expense for their daughter. The floral arrangements alone (a detail she always paid great mind to) must've cost them a pretty penny.

And yet, none of the guests had yet to see the blushing bride.

The guests had impatiently waited for what felt like an eternity before being allowed to move about. She had figured the bride's delay was due to shaky nerves or a healthy fear of what was to come. After all, who would assume the bride would refuse to start her own wedding? It wasn't until Freya overheard some women talking about a murder of crows and several other bad omens that she began to suspect anything. If the bride was refusing this heavily, why bother retaining the guests? Surely, her family knew rumors would spread like wildfire after such a bizarre afternoon. Keeping the guests in such close quarters would only fuel the fires that much faster.

Freya parted from Daniel at the refreshment table and wandered back towards the garden where the ceremony was to be held. Too much time had passed for her to believe a wedding would be held today. Not to mention Mr. Hoggle's pride was likely insulted. Who was to say if he would want to marry a reluctant bride? She followed Mr. Pettigrew's* line of sight towards the now open shutters. "Do you think she's writing to someone to come help her?" She curiously asked. Maybe there were no bad omens, only a star crossed lover hoping to flee.

*I figured they know one another as acquaintances from attending similar events. Lmk if you think different!