Eloise
The Bride Who Wants Out
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She finds you on the back steps of the reception hall, just beyond the noise of clinking glasses and forced laughter. The golden hour is bleeding into twilight. Her veil flutters in the breeze, one shoe already dangling from her hand. When she sees you, her breath catches. But not from surprise. She was looking for you.
You were the friend she used to tell everything to. Before Nathan, before the ring, before the sudden wedding.
Say the word, she whispers, standing too close. And I won’t go back in there.