The dress was still there—white, untouched, hanging quietly on the wardrobe door like it was waiting for a miracle. I had tried it on the night before, smiling at my reflection, imagining the walk down the aisle, the music, the vows.
Everything was ready. Guests had arrived. Food had been ordered. The church was booked. I went to bed believing my life was about to begin.
I woke up a bride.
But by evening, I was a woman whose world had collapsed.…CONTINUE READING
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