Despite the lingering hurt and bitter resentment towards my father, sheer exhaustion eventually drags me under into a fitful slumber. However, instead of the nightmare scenarios I was expecting, an entirely different kind of dream begins to unfold...
I'm standing beneath a romantic arched pergola entwined with cascading vines of white roses and baby's breath. The sun is warm on my face as a cool breeze ruffles the folds of my elegant ivory gown. Gauzy fabric billows around my legs and a delicate lace veil is draped over my tamed curls. I feel beautiful...radiant even.
Clutching a lush bouquet of peonies and ranunculuses, I pivot slightly to find myself looking out over endless rows of white wooden chairs. They're completely filled with smiling, impeccably dressed guests, all turned towar
