Who invited this guest?

It was a beautiful spring day in the lake country of Central Florida. The bride and groom had chosen the grounds of a historic mansion on the banks of a pristine lake for the ceremony and reception. Under the canopy cover of timeless live oaks the guests gathered for the ceremony that would make the bride and groom, husband and wife.
The entire ceremony was a wonderful example of the love this couple shared. Family and friends focused on the ceremony and we reached a point where the bride and groom faced one another and I wrapped their hands in my stole. As I proceeded to read a beautiful hand blessing to the couple, no one was aware that lurking (or slithering) in the branches of the live oaks was a black racer about 3 feet long. Once the reading was done I reached forward to place my hand over the hand of the bride and groom and began to pray. Just as soon as I said “amen” I looked up to see the snake fall from the lofty branches right into the laps of two young women seated in the back row.
The scene in the back row that ensued could only be described as chaotic. The woman closets to the aisle jumped up, screamed a word that I cannot print, and ran out. The young lady to her right jumped straight out of her chair into the lap of an elderly gentleman seated next to her and hugged him around the neck. The bride and groom had not seen the snake fall from the trees and they whipped around to see the commotion. I whispered to them that it was nothing and let’s keep going.
The snake, once safely to the ground, slithered down the row in front of the chairs and came to rest under the electric scooter of guest. The bride and groom were pronounced husband and wife without a worry in their minds and then headed down the aisle.