I picked up my phone. My finger hovered over Mark’s name. Then I put the phone down.
No, I’d go through with the ceremony.
I’d watch him. And if something felt wrong, I’d know.
I had to trust my instincts.
I stood up and picked up my wedding dress. My hands were still shaking, but I forced myself to put it on.
When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself.
I looked like a bride. But I felt like I was walking into a trap.
The church was beautiful. White flowers everywhere.
Soft music playing. Sunlight streaming through the stained-glass windows.
I stood at the back of the aisle, my dad’s arm looped through mine.
I wasn’t. But I nodded anyway.
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