FLEEING THE CEREMONY

Fleeing the Ceremony

The church bells were ringing, signaling my fated future. Guests milled about, eager to celebrate a union that I, with every fiber of my being, rejected. I stood at the back, hidden in a sea of floral arrangements the runaway bride book and suffocating perfume, my heart pounding. My breath hitched as my name was called. The weight of expectation pr

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