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My Own Mother Hid Her Wedding From Me, but Nothing Prepared Me for Who She Married
For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney
When we reached the church, I stuck close to her, keeping my head down. The air inside was cool and smelled like lilies and lemon polish.
I could hear the soft hum of whispered greetings and shuffling feet.
Then I saw her—Mom—standing near the front in a cream-colored dress that shimmered like wet snow. Her smile was soft, almost nervous.
And beside her stood a man in a dark suit.
For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney
My heart stopped.
Michael.
I gasped, loud and sharp.
