Damien Shaw
Imogene is standing by the altar, resplendent in a pale orange dress that makes her glow despite the dark skies. Wisps of hair frames her face, and a delicate glint of gold gleams around her neck.
If I were a bride, I would never let her in my wedding party because she outshines everyone around her.
Every time, a million times over.
Orange instead of white. Bridesmaid instead of bride.
It isn’t our wedding, but seeing her up there, looking so damn beautiful I can’t believe she’s real...it’s an excruciating reminder of what I’d had.
And what I’d lost.
But at least now there’s hope. Keith is out of the picture and Imogene is letting me have visits with Lily too. I’m finally getting to occasionally see my daughter and I’m finally unlocking the cage in Imogene’s heart. She
