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The way afternoon light catches the antique lace on your grandmother’s handkerchief as you tuck it into your bouquet — that detail exists for exactly three seconds before the ceremony begins. Your flower girl adjusts her basket one final time, creating a small shadow across the chapel steps that will never fall quite the same…

The mother of the bride adjusts her daughter’s veil one final time before the ceremony doors open, her fingers trembling slightly as she smooths a single wayward pearl along the cathedral length train. In thirty years, no one will remember the exact shade of lipstick or the precise angle of the boutonniere, but they will…