The morning sun shone brightly through the tall windows of the grand venue.
Sarah adjusted her lace veil while looking into the large gilded mirror.
Everything about the hall looked completely expensive and carefully prepared.
White floral walls lined the entire perimeter of the huge venue.
A large American flag hung proudly on the main wall near the stage.
Mark was standing near the entrance, looking handsome in his black tuxedo.
His mother, Eleanor, sat quietly in the front row holding red roses.
She had brought the flowers from her own small backyard garden.
Eleanor had worked double shifts for years to support Mark through college.
She wanted today to be absolute perfection for her only son.
However, Sarah was feeling extremely stressed about all the minor details.
She wanted every single table setting to match her exact visual vision.
When a server dropped a glass, Sarah snapped at him immediately.
Mark walked over gently and put a hand on her shoulder.
Mark: Honey, please calm down, everything is going to be totally fine.
Sarah: Nothing is fine when people are ruining my perfect setup!
Mark: Everyone is doing their absolute best to help us today.
Sarah: Their best is simply not good enough for my wedding!
Mark sighed softly and stepped back to give her some space.
He knew his bride was under a lot of pressure today.
Still, her sharp tone made him feel slightly uncomfortable inside.
Eleanor watched from a distance, holding her small bouquet tightly.
She stood up slowly to bring the roses over to Sarah.
She hoped the sweet flowers would cheer up the young bride.
The guests were starting to fill the rows of seats.
Organ music began to play softly throughout the entire room.
The stage was set for a grand celebration of deep love.
Yet a dark cloud seemed to hang over the alter.
Sarah refused to smile for the expensive hire photographer.
She kept checking her watch and complaining about the hot temperature.
Mark took a deep breath, hoping the ceremony would fix everything.