Her dreams have come true and she puts on her wedding dress made in smooth silk, her eyes are covered by a net veil and in her hands she holds a bouquet of flowers , Lillis for happiness , roses for eternal love and a single snowdrop flower for beauty. She takes the walk down the aisle and then her dreams shatter to pieces like a crystal wine glass slips away. A dagger gets plunged into her chest and blood trickles down the once white dress and her veil gets snatched out of her hair as the neat hair falls down her waist and the once happy bride's isle becomes her death bed . The bridesmaids that were asked to hold her dress now lift her coffin.
After 10 years she steps out of the same coffin wearing her grey shabby bridal dress and her torn veil. She holds in her hands dead roses and decaying lilies but one flower still seems to be alive , the snowdrop seems to be as white as ever. Her eyes are no longer brown and full of life but blank, her lips no longer remain red but dry and her skin that was once as smooth as her dress is rough. She elegantly floats towards the church where once her happily ever after lied. She holds the same position of the flowers and takes her incomplete walk down the isle but this time with a broken heart.
