Sorta.
It was one of my aunt’s wedding and her fiancee aparently got cold feet. We all waited uncomfortably at the church since she wanted to wait for him for a while, and I remember sitting at the front row just watching her silently cry her eyes out while her brothers planned beating the s**t out of him for leaving their baby sis none too quietly. We waited for what it seemed to me hours (but was probably just one) at her request, and we were about to tell her we were calling it quits when the guy rushed in.
I honestly wouldn’t marry someone who left me waiting for that long, but she married him. We kids were told he had been stuck in traffic although we know now it’s b******t. They’re still together now and had two lovely girls, so I guess they worked things out.