My heart pounded as I stood behind the oak doors, waiting for my turn. I could hear the dramatic strains of music through the cracks, but it did nothing to calm my nerves. This would be the perfect time, I thought, for a bride to make a run for it.
Only that I didn't want to run, despite the full awareness of my vulnerability when I'd finally walk down that aisle, exposed to everyone's stares and everyone's smartphones. This was love. I was love, personified, in my veil of white and layers of lace.
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Fifteen Minute Reads Vol. 1
Historia CortaA collection of flash fiction pieces for your 'morning' readings. Vol. 1 features slice of life stories with romance tones.
