FLEEING THE CEREMONY

Fleeing the Ceremony

The church bells were ringing, signaling my doomed future. Guests milled about, eager to celebrate a union that I, with every fiber of my being, abhorred. I stood at the back, hidden in a sea of floral arrangements and suffocating perfume, my heart beating. My breath website hitched as my name was called. The weight of expectation pressed down on m

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