*Bianca*

*Six Months Later*

The lace of my wedding gown shimmered under the soft glow of the church lights, the intricate floral patterns cascading down my arms as I sat in front of the vanity.

My veil was pinned perfectly, my hair swept into an elegant yet simple updo, and my makeup had been done with careful precision.

I had to keep reminding myself not to touch my face or the whole thing might get ruined.

My reflection stared back at me. A ...