MAKING A RUN FOR IT

The dress felt/smothered/weighed her down. The veil, a flimsy veil/a symbol of entrapment/an unwelcome shroud, scratched at her neck with every inhale. A crowd of eager faces/smug onlookers/well-wishers buzzed around, their whispers mingling/intertwining/overlapping like a hive of anxious bees. At the altar's edge, she stood frozen, a statue in sil

The opulent mansion stretched above the city, a glimpse of unimaginable wealth. Within its walls, secrets swirled, whispered in hushed tones and glimpsed in the subtle light of chandeliers. They stood at the core, a figure caught beneath the intense scrutiny of a billionaire, whose motives were as opaque as the city's smog-filled sky. The air hung