A girl wearing a heavy white wedding gown and a long veil was slowly walking down the aisle. The church looked beautiful, decorated with tiny fairy lights, white roses, fresh flowers, and candles that filled the hall with a soft, warm glow. Everything looked perfect for a wedding, but there was something unusual about the atmosphere.

Armed men stood near the doors, along the walls, and between the rows of chairs. Their serious faces and watchful eyes made it clear that they were there for more than just security. Nobody dared to make a scene. The guests sat quietly, watching the bride as she made her way towards the man waiting for her at the altar.