The church was breathtaking. Cream-colored walls glowed beneath chandeliers, and sunlight poured through stained glass windows, bathing the aisle in warm gold. Rows of white roses lined every pew. The string quartet played softly in the background, the air heavy with expectation.
Julia Anders stood just beyond the entrance in her bridal gown, hands trembling slightly around her bouquet. Everyone said she looked like a dream, but her mind was racing—not with doubt, but with memories, faces, moments, small things that slipped into the cracks before a life-changing promise.
Today she was marrying Daniel Whitmore, the son of a real estate magnate. Handsome, polished, from a world of yacht parties, charity galas, and custom suits. He had proposed under the Eiffel Tower. Everyone said they were a……Read full Story Here…………………..
