UNDER THE BLOODY MOONLIGHT
There is no celebration in our families more important than today.
The bright light coming from the moon easily peeked through the window of the room. My white wedding dress, a cascade of silk and lace, danced and swayed with each step I took towards the window. I pressed my palm against the cool jamb, seeking a moment of solace from the storm of emotions swirling within me. The full moon, usually a beacon of cool silver, hung low in the sky, its usually gentle light replaced by an ominous, blood-red hue.
I took a deep breath. It was a fitting omen. Perhaps, for a day that would forever alter the course of our families' histories.