The Runaway Bride

of the bride. The air was heavy with anticipation, the kind that made it feel like the very walls were holding

her gown. The satin was smooth beneath her fingertips, the intricate lace designs almost mocking h

of it f

into a tight, anxious line. She had rehearsed this moment for months. She had dreamed of it-this grand day where everything would fal

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smiling that perfect smile, waiting for her to join him. He was everything her family had ever wa

wasn't

t herself be swept up in the whirlwind of tradition, in the pressure of expectations,

face flushed with excitement. "Are you ready, Miss S

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f, though she wasn't sure if the words w

ok absolutely stunning, and everything is in place. I

she had heard too many times. Emma fe

ething inside

e couldn't do it. She couldn't walk down that aisle, couldn't say tho

door-at the life that was about to unf

upposed to lead. She tore off the veil, ran down the hallway, and out into the coo

endless possibilities, and for the fi

breath coming in ragged gasps. She didn't know where she was going. She didn't care

g that something had gone terribly wrong. But Emma didn't stop. She kept running, feeli

how she would survive, but for the firs