What was supposed to be the most beautiful day of my life quickly turned into something far more unsettling—a day I’d never forget, for reasons I couldn’t have imagined.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” my dad asked, his voice a mix of pride and concern as I stood before the mirror, adjusting my veil. My reflection stared back at me, a bride ready to walk down the aisle. My heart raced with anticipation, but my hands were steady. This was it. My day. My perfect wedding.
“I’ve been ready my whole life, Dad,” I smiled. Everything was falling into place just as I had planned. I spent months picking the perfect flowers, the perfect colors—every detail meticulously chosen.
