The Wedding That Wasn’t Sad

Our wedding was about to begin. I wore an ivory embroidered Tadashi Shoji gown and clutched a bouquet of coral ranunculus and periwinkle thistle. My throat was tight, my cheeks were flushed, and my scarlet lipstick was probably fading, but I didn’t care. I was ready to marry David Sanchez. David’s father saw me. “Kim!…

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