Fleeing the Chapel A Runaway Bride's Tale

The dress was breathtaking, a cloud of ivory silk that flowed like water. But as I stood at the altar/end aisle/front of the church, staring into the expectant eyes/smiling face/glimmering gaze of my groom, a wave of terror washed over me. This was not love unfolding before me. This was a nightmare/a gilded cage/a sentence. I had to run. My throbb

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