At first, I smiled, thinking he wanted to lift me romantically. But within seconds, I realized he wasn’t carrying me for toasts or to the dance floor, but… to the fountain.

I didn’t even have time to scream. In a moment, my dress stuck to my body, water flooded my shoes, my hair flowed over my face, and my makeup smeared. The water was ice-cold despite the summer heat. The guests froze. Some tried to hold back laughter, others gasped.