The bridesmaid in her floral crown took a tiny flight of joy into the air, as if she had discovered springs upon her feet, and landed with the cutest of wiggles.
The bridesmaid held the flowers as if they were joy fashioned into delicate petals, as if love had been transformed into their fine aromatic perfume. She peeked around the church, at the hats and the dresses and the suits... but mostly she was soaking in the atmosphere, an energy that made her giggle and her little body keep on moving even if her feet were still.
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