The violin music was soft, the fairy lights glowed like tiny stars above the reception hall, and for the first time in months, I finally allowed myself to breathe.
I was married.
I sat beside Ethan at the sweetheart table, my fingers still wrapped around his. Guests laughed over champagne glasses, waiters carried plates of food through the ballroom, and my younger sisters were already sneaking extra macarons from the dessert table.
Everything felt perfect.
I glanced toward my parents.
“Leave the Wedding…
