FLEEING THE CHAPEL A RUNAWAY BRIDE'S TALE

The dress was stunning, a cloud of pearlescent silk that flowed like a dream. But as I stood at the altar/end aisle/front of the church, staring into the expectant eyes/smiling face/glimmering gaze of my groom, a wave of terror washed over me. This was not love unfolding before me. This was a nightmare/a gilded cage/a sentence. I had to run. My he