A TWENTY SOMETHING
I warn, crossing my arms.
She grins—wild, reckless, mine. “Relax, Mr. Husband. I’ll come back this time.”
And then she runs.
A breath leaves my chest, half a curse, half a laugh, as I watch her take off across the open field, her laughter ringing out like a damn melody. The embroidered flowers on her gown shimmer under the sun, the fabric billowing behind her like she’s caught between a dream and reality.
Mateo and Shalini are already in position, cameras ready, because of course, they are. This isn’t just a moment—it’s her moment. The runaway bride was captured perfectly.
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