FLEEING THE CHAPEL A RUNAWAY BRIDE'S TALE

The dress was stunning, a cloud of snow-white 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 desperation washed over me. This was not destiny unfolding before me. This was a nightmare/a gilded cage/a read more sentence. I had