Camila

My pajamas were replaced with a pair of shorts, top, and hoodie. If seen by my parents or any of the guards, the change wouldn’t incite anyone’s curiosity. The long white sundress I have stuffed into my backpack would. It wasn’t what I imagined my wedding dress would be, but as my circulation hummed with anticipation, I knew my dress wasn’t what I’d remember about this night. It would be the significance of saying ‘I do.’

Turning my phone to vibrate, I ...