7:14 A.M.The first sign that I was about to destroy my own wedding came at 7:14 that morning.My phone vibrated against the vanity table, rattling softly between a tube of lipstick and the pearl earrings my sister had insisted I wear.I glanced at the screen.Darian.Not a call.A notification.The name disappeared before I could read the message beneath it.“Don't look down,” the makeup artist murmured behind me. “You'll ruin what I just fixed.”“I wasn't planning to.”She continued blending beneath my left eye.I tried to focus on the woman in the mirror.She looked calm.Beautiful, even.Her dark hair had been pinned into the elegant style my sister had chosen. Her makeup was soft enough to look effortless. Her ivory dress hung beside the window, waiting for its final adjustment.She looked exactly like a woman getting married.I wasn't sure I felt like her.My phone vibrated again.This time, the screen stayed lit long enough for me to see the preview.You said you wouldn't make
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