As I stepped into the garden, a determined expression was etched on my face. I wore a black knee-length dress, its slit reaching up to my thighs, a deliberate choice I made to shatter the expectations of the wedding guests.
Winnie walked beside me, her presence was the only thing keeping me going. I wouldn't have been courageous to do this if she hadn't agreed to do it with me. Together, we walked in like a villain to destroy Raphael's illusion.
The guests' faces were a picture of shock and confusion as they took in my unconventional attire.
Raphael stood at the altar, his eyes fixed on me with a mixture of surprise and alarm. Rachel stood behind him, her face pale and drawn. Just as expected, she wasn't glowing and happy. It looked like she was forced to attend the wedding.
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