She walked away before I could reply. Marching up the aisle ahead of me, it was almost impossible to tell that she wasn’t the bride.
“The nerve of her!” One of my bridesmaids snapped.
I took a long breath and chose to let it go. I could survive one day.
I walked down the aisle. Brandon had tears in his eyes when he took my hands in his.
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