The Secret Of The White Dress
Language: en
My best friend walked down the aisle in a white wedding dress. Without a second thought, I stormed the altar. Right there, in front of a hundred gasping friends and family members, I slapped her across the face. Twice. Her groom. Her parents. Her soon-to-be in-laws. Not a single one of them stepped forward to stop me. As she stared at me, her eyes wide with a terror I didn't quite recognize, I raised my hand again. "I'm calling the police!" she screamed, her voice shrill and trembling. The groom, standing rigidly beside her, finally moved. He reached out and clamped a hand over her wrist,…