I leaned my forehead against the cool wood. I closed my eyes while tears slipped past my closed lids, hoping and praying everything was just a dream.
Oh this was just the beginning.
I leaned my forehead against the cool wood. I closed my eyes while tears slipped past my closed lids, hoping and praying everything was just a dream.
Oh this was just the beginning.
My fingers glide down the fabric as I finish my last stitch. I sigh as I place the dress on the rack with the others. I soon hear the sound of bells, jolting me in place. I know who is here, and I a...