The Stolen Bridal Carriage
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Lena collapsed onto the floor completely, her face ashen and lifeless.
Meanwhile, a thousand miles away, in a small seaside town, I was getting married.
The sea breeze carried a damp, salty smell. I sat by my window, looking outside, my eyes going warm.
A bridal carriage stood in the yard. Its frame was carved from fine golden rosewood, the details worked with painstaking care. What caught the eye most, though, were the countless pearls set into the wood—each one round and full, like scattered moonlight.
Everyone who saw it couldn't help but gasp. "Good Lord, what did this cost?"
Susan stood beside me, laugh lines crinkling at the corners of her eyes. "As long as my girl's happy, that's al