Amelie
As I walked down the aisle, the soft strains of the wedding march enveloped me like a comforting embrace. The ivory silk of my gown whispered against the polished floor, a stark contrast to the memories that echoed in the corners of my mind.
I approached the altar with my heart fluttering, not just with the anticipation of the vows I was about to exchange but with the weight of the journey that brought me here. My mind flashed back to our first wedding, a naive bride with dreams that seemed boundless.
The ghosts of that first wedding lingered briefly—the promises shattered, the trust betrayed. Hardships followed like relentless storms, each trial testing the foundation of our love, but we had persisted even through the hardest of time.
