It was a moment I’d had in my head since I childhood. Some
of it was in shadow, some of it I could see in every single minute detail.
Roses, red and white, threaded through a golden wicker arch.
Family before us, and my dress… Oh my dress. White, of course, but with lace for
the bodice, with fleur-de-lis designs… The dress I was married in was the one I
had dreamed about forever.
It just took longer than I expected, as it took a while for
me to realise the groom being in shadow meant it wasn’t a man.
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