And when I finally stood on that wedding stage, holding the mic, I didnt say my vows, I exposed everything
The hallway of the Grand Hotel was wrapped in thick burgundy carpet, plush and airless, swallowing every sound beneath my feet. I walked alone toward the groom’s suite, the silk of my wedding dress brushing my ankles, my heels tapping softly in a rhythm that echoed the frantic beat of my heart. Tradition said the…