Here's the next bit, which happens right after gunshots ring out during the marriage ceremony. Hope you enjoy!
"Sonofabitch!" I tossed the bouquet over my shoulder, as I'd seen Alexa do millions of times, and darted towards my best friend, knocking her to the floor to prevent any further harm.
I looked up and saw the minister cowering under a pew, tugging at the tulle swag that moments ago had been decoration, not flimsy protection against wayward bullets. My heart pounded while my brain struggled with two wildly different thoughts.
One, the blood spurting from Alexa's shoulder ensured I would never have to wear this peach-yogurt-colored dress again.
And two, who could possibly hate weddings more than I did?