The morning sun shone brightly over the grand Dallas garden venue.
White silk ribbons fluttered gently in the warm Texas breeze.
Dozens of guests sat in bright white chairs along the aisle.
Sarah stood near the flower arch in her white dress.
She held a small bouquet of fresh pink roses in her hands.
Her stomach showed a soft, beautiful bump under the lace fabric.
She looked across the altar at her groom, Dev, with total love.
Dev looked sharp in his tailored grey suit and silk tie.
Yet his face remained pale and strangely tense during the music.
Sarah whispered softly as she reached for his hand.
Sarah: We finally made it to this moment, Dev.
Dev: Yes, Sarah, we are finally here now.
His voice sounded weak and filled with heavy hesitation.
Sarah felt a sudden chill run down her spine.
She looked toward the front row where his family sat watching.
His mother, Eleanor, wore a bright blue satin gown.
Eleanor glared at Sarah with cold and bitter eyes.
She had opposed this marriage from the very first day.
She believed Sarah was only after Dev's family inheritance.
Suddenly, Eleanor stood up from her front-row seat.
She walked briskly right up to the wedding arch.
The organist stopped playing as a hush fell over the crowd.
Eleanor: Stop this ridiculous wedding right this second!
Sarah gasped and stepped back in shock against the arch.
Sarah: Eleanor, please, what are you doing right now?
Eleanor: You are not fit to join our proud family!
Eleanor grabbed the delicate lace sleeve of Sarah's gown roughly.
She tugged the fabric down, ripping the custom seam loudly.
Sarah clutched her dress to her chest while sobbing endlessly.
Sarah: Stop ruining my dress, please!
Tears streamed down Sarah's pale cheeks in front of everyone.
She looked frantically at Dev for help and protection.
Dev stood completely frozen in place like a stone statue.
Sarah: Dev, please tell your mother to stop!
Dev looked down at his shoes without saying a single word.
The silence across the lawn felt heavy and unbearable.
Eleanor sneered as she stepped closer to the bride.
Eleanor: He won't stop me because he knows I am right!
Sarah felt her heart shatter into a thousand tiny pieces.
She realized then that her groom would never defend her.