I was having a wonderful ceremony when the bouquet suddenly exploded.

It took me a few moments to realise what had happened, and in that time I felt nothing but fury.

Faries had infiltrated my flower arrangement, possibly with the intention of ruining today.

I can see a few of them now, hovering around my soon-to-be husband. His eyes turn milky white; farie magic.

The dregs of my carefully picked out bouquet become a weapon.

I hit the first farie and it explodes into purple mist my groom’s eyes clear and he looks angry too.

The wedding soon shifts from confused terror to anger and sturdy flower arrangements.

There must’ve only been twenty or so of the sparkly pests, but the most they did was tip over the wedding cake.

Soon all the guests are considerably more relaxed. My gown is white, the blood is purple, but at least the photos will be memorable.