The dress was breathtaking, a cloud of snow-white 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 https://nicolasggzb633505.blogsidea.com/38692642/running-from-the-vows-a-runaway-bride-s-tale