Bright shimmering lights cascaded over my silver, glittering veil as I stepped into the reception hall.
All eyes turned toward me, eager to catch a glimpse of the bride.
Murmurs floated through the air, voices whispering about how radiant I looked, how lucky I was to have found such a handsome man. But none of them could see beyond the sparkle of my dress, beyond the carefully painted smile on my lips.
None of them could see *me*.
A single tear slipped down my cheek, hidden beneath the heavy fabric of my veil. My heart pounded so loudly in my chest that I feared the entire room could hear it.
My feet felt like they were sinking into the ground, refusing to take another step.
But I had to move forward.
Step by step, I walked the long path toward the stage, each movement feelin
