The bright luxury wedding hall was filled with soft music and warm sunlight.
Every white chair was occupied by wealthy guests wearing expensive black tuxedos and designer dresses.
Clara adjusted her beautiful white silk gown as she looked up at Julian.
Julian smiled back at her with complete happiness in his eyes.
His father, Arthur Vance, stood proudly in the front row watching his son.
The family business was stronger than ever, and this wedding was the grandest event of the year.
Suddenly, a loud heavy thud echoed through the giant glass entrance doors.
The delicate harp music stopped instantly as the musician froze in fear.
Guests turned their heads around to see what was happening at the back entrance.
The heavy doors slowly creaked open into the bright room.
A tall mysterious figure stepped inside the hall without saying a word.
The stranger wore a dirty beige trench coat that trailed along the pristine marble floor.
Thick beige bandages wrapped tightly around the stranger's face and head completely.
Only two dark eyes showed through tiny narrow slits in the cloth.
The guest in the back row gasped loudly and pulled her husband back.
Bare muddy feet walked slowly down the center aisle toward the flower altar.
Every step left a faint dusty mark on the bright white runner.
Julian: What is the meaning of this interruption?
Clara: Julian, please be careful.
Julian stepped in front of his bride to protect her from any danger.
Two large security guards rushed forward from the back of the room.
Guard: Sir, you need to leave this property immediately.
The bandaged stranger did not stop or raise his voice at all.
He simply held up one single hand toward the security guards.
Stranger: Do not touch me today.
The voice was quiet, raspy, and oddly familiar to Arthur.
Arthur stepped out of his seat with a sudden pale look on his face.
Arthur: Wait, let him speak for a moment.
Julian: Dad, this person is ruining my wedding day!
Arthur: I know that voice, Julian.
The entire room held its breath as the stranger stopped moving.
He stood directly at the end of the aisle right before the altar.
The bright chandeliers above reflected off the gold ring on the stranger's hand.
Julian stared at the gold ring and felt his heart race quickly.
Julian: Where did you get that family ring?
Stranger: It has always belonged to me.
Clara clutched her emerald necklace tightly with shaking fingers.
She looked between Julian and the mysterious visitor in deep shock.
Clara: Julian, who is this man?
Julian: I do not know yet, Clara.
The stranger slowly reached up toward his own bandaged head.
His fingers caught the edge of the old rough cloth.