Faintly, melodious music rose out of nowhere. The notes, somewhat like a French horn, seemed to drift from the flowers twined around the columns, growing louder and louder.
To the sound of the music, the groom, Albert, began to take his place, while clergy in blue robes guided the guests who had been chatting and moving about back to their seats. The wedding was about to begin, and the crowd quieted. Everyone's attention focused on the entrance.
Fleur and Mr. Delacour appeared in the doorway, and the wizards in the wedding hall let out a sigh in unison.
Fleur wore a white lace wedding gown with a small V-neck. The hem was made of noble satin, naturally falling with weight and fullness, and dark floral patterns were embroidered across the skirt. The long train made her look especially regal. A powerful silver glow seemed to radiate from her. Usually, radiant as she was, she made everyone else pale beside her, but today that silver light made everyone more beautiful.
The three little flower girls wore pale-blue dresses and garlands on their heads. Though all three were children, the gaps in their ages were not actually that small. The beautiful bride smiled like a blooming flower; this was the happiest moment of her life. Several pretty little flower girls followed behind her with bouquets in their hands, making the scene incomparably lovely.
Gabrielle, one of the most important people in Fleur's life, was like a miniature version of the bride. She had waist-length pure-colored hair and silver-glinting green eyes. Carrying a flower basket, she smiled brightly the whole time, her eyelashes fluttering, shining with angelic beauty and cuteness.
The youngest was Nancy's daughter, Patricia. After so long spent recovering, the little girl's weakness and injuries had completely healed. With her baby