I Met My Son’s Bride for the First Time at Their Wedding – Then I Saw Her Cheek, and My Blood Ran Cold

The ceremony was held in an old chapel tucked into the hillside, where sunlight filtered through stained glass and spilled color over the pews. The air was thick with the scent of perfume and roses.

As I sat in the front row, hands trembling on my lap, I could hear the rustling of silk dresses and the hush of whispers behind me.

Then the music started. Violins.

Every guest turned.

And there she was.

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