ESCAPING THE ALTAR A RUNAWAY BRIDE'S TALE

The dress was magnificent, a cloud of ivory silk that flowed like water. But as I stood at the altar/end aisle/front of the church, staring into the expectant eyes/smiling face/glimmering gaze of my groom, a wave of desperation washed over what is a runaway bride me. This was not love unfolding before me. This was a nightmare/a gilded cage/a senten