I hurriedly slammed open the church door and stumbled in while panting. Everybody turned their heads toward me with a cheery face. But those faces were quickly turned into questioning and concerned looks as they examined me up and down. I let out a nervous laugh and quickly bowed. Why were they staring at me like that, you might be asking? Well, it's totally not because of my hair sticking out of places like a crow's nest, sweat rolling down my forehead like I've ran a marathon, my bare feet on the ground and my high heels in my hand. Oh, and did I mention? The bottom of my wedding dress was stained with mud. But, don't be fooled. The spot that you think is "mud", is actually freakin dog poop that I accidently stepped on on my way here. Adjacent from the church, stood a certain stupid tree, wearing a smirk on his face.