During the wedding reception, the bride suddenly whispered that something was moving under her dress. Carefully lifting the heavy fabric, we saw something terrifying.
The ceremony had been perfectlaughter, clinking glasses, and lively dancing filled the hall. Everything felt like a dream come true. I held my bride, Emily, by the hand as we watched our guests celebrate.
Then, in the middle of it all, she leaned in close and murmured, “There’s something moving under my dress.”
At first, I chuckled, thinking she was joking to lighten the mood. “What, love? Your feet?” I teased, laughing loud enough that a few guests glanced our way.
But the smile faded when I saw her facedead serious, her grip tightening on my hand. “Im not joking. Theres *something* there, and its scaring me.”
I tried to reassure her. “Maybe youre just tired? Its been a long day”
“No,” she cut in. “Its *moving*, James. I can feel it.”
My stomach dropped. I hesitated, then decidedwe had to check. Gently, I helped lift the layers of lace and tulle, and what we saw made both of us freeze.
A small snake was coiled beneath the fabric, slithering lazily. It mustve slipped in earliermaybe with the flowers or while the dress was being prepared.
Emily shrieked and jerked back, but I caught her before she stumbled. Guests turned at the commotion, and a few rushed over just as the snake, sensing the attention, flicked out from under the dress and darted across the floor toward the exit.
The music stopped. Laughter died. Everyone watched in stunned silence as our uninvited guest made its grand escape.
Luckily, one of the guests knew a thing or two about reptiles. He reassured us it was just a harmless grass snakeprobably more frightened than we were.
Still, Emily was shaken. She spent the next hour trembling, refusing to rejoin the party until shed changed into a pair of comfy trousers.
Ever since that day, shes had a habit of checking every corner and eyeing long skirts with deep suspicion.
