The face he had imagined as perfect turned out to be very different: deep scars covered her skin, traces of an old burn distorted her features.

The bride’s eyes filled with tears – not of joy, but of fear. She understood everything instantly.

The bride stepped back, as if ready to run. The guests froze in silence, not understanding what was happening. Her lips trembled.

— I… I understand if you can’t anymore… — she whispered, lowering her gaze.

Tears streamed down his cheeks. The groom stepped forward and clasped her hand tightly.