The morning of the wedding arrived quietly.
No chaos. No rushing bridesmaids. No loud music or photographers filling the house with instructions.
Just sunlight.
It slipped through the curtains in soft lines, landing gently across the dress hanging by the window—the one she had stitched with her own hands, thread by thread, night after night.
She woke before her alarm, …
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