The dress was magnificent, a cloud of pearlescent 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://tiannaklyo123006.bligblogging.com/33407803/running-from-the-vows-a-runaway-bride-s-tale