Manara
Taking a deep breath, I walk down the aisle, the soft murmur of guests and the scent of fresh flowers enveloping me. This indoor wedding feels like a dream, one I never thought would become a reality so soon. Unfamiliar eyes follow my every step, and I can't help but notice the curiosity etched across their faces.
I hold a bouquet in my hands, its vibrant colors a stark contrast against my ivory gown. Despite the smile on my lips, a whirlwind of emotions courses through me. It's hard to believe that not long ago, I was navigating the chaos of a restaurant, bullied by a tyrannical manager. And now, I'm here, on this unexpected journey toward a groom who awaits me with a smile that carries a hint of anticipation.
The gown trails behind me like a cascade of dreams, a symbol of the
