Briar
The night before the wedding dawned cold and clear, a full moon hanging heavy in the sky like a silent witness to the chaos about to unfold. I stood at the window of my room, my breath fogging the glass as I stared out at the moonlit grounds. The silver light cast long shadows across the manicured lawns, making the familiar landscape seem alien and foreboding.
In less than twenty-four hours, I was supposed to be walking down the aisle, pledging my life to Eric. The thought made my stomach churn, a wave of nausea rising in my throat.
A soft knock at the door pulled me from my brooding. "Come in," I called, not turning from the window.
Mia slipped into the room, her footsteps nearly silent on the plush carpet. "Are you ready?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I took a
