Trained to KO My Bridesmaid
Language: en
When I walked into my own wedding reception wearing a custom silk gown, the first thing I noticed was the professional octagon MMA cage sitting dead center on the ballroom stage. My fiancé, Garrett, was standing beside it, holding the hand of his “female bestie,” Sabrina. He grinned, walking over to slip a pair of heavily padded leather gloves into my hands. “Flora, babe, it’s a little tradition from my family’s side of the state,” he said, his voice smooth and reassuring. “The bride is supposed to do a quick, playful spar with someone from the bridal party to bring good luck to the…