FLEEING THE CEREMONY

Fleeing the Ceremony

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

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