ELARA
I had prayed, with all my heart, that Dave wasn’t serious about the honeymoon. The idea of it had made my stomach twist with unease, but I tried to push the thought away, convincing myself it was just some wild joke.
However, as the night progressed, that hope quickly faded. After our dance on stage, and when I was told to go change while the pilot prepared, the reality hit me.
He was serious about the honeymoon.
As the other guests laughed and joked around, their glasses of wine clinking with every toast. The sound of their chatter seemed to grow louder, almost drowning me out. I had enough.
Without even thinking, I grabbed Dave’s hand and pulled him away from the crowd, away from the noise, and away from all the laughter. He didn’t say a word, just followed me silently as I
