Inkwell and Paper

Cold Feet


While taking a deep breath, Amanda closed her eyes. A small tear seeped from the corner making its way down her cheek.

Her sister Denise noticed it. She dabbed it with a tissue before the tear was able to drip from her chin onto her snow colored satin wedding gown.

“Don’t you start with those tears,” Denise said. “You’ve waited all your life for this. This is the right thing to do.”

“Tell me…why does it feel so wrong?


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