Elena
I followed the bridal party towards the wedding arch created in the backyard. The setting rays of the sun cast a golden hue all around. In front of us, the aisle unfurled like a ribbon of light across the emerald lawn, leading straight to the altar, framed by the wide, glistening Hudson River. White chairs decorated with cascading bunches of wildflowers - ivory roses, blush peonies, and sprigs of lavender- completed the look.
The altar, draped in a sheer fabric with vines and roses intertwined, glowed against the backdrop of the shimmering waters of the Hudson River.
I looked at the happy faces all around me. They were so excited. Why couldn’t I feel the same way? Why couldn’t I feel excited?
“Why didn’t you wear blush pink like all the bridesmaids?” Mom gave me a displeased lo
