FLEEING THE CHAPEL A RUNAWAY BRIDE'S TALE

The dress was magnificent, a cloud of pearlescent silk that flowed like liquid moonlight. 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 cold runaway bride books dread washed over me. This was not destiny unfolding before me. This was a nightmare/a gilde