From Cocoon to Butterfly: Meeting the Beautiful Self

As the wedding reached its peak, the emcee’s voice came through the microphone. “Mr. Edward Shawn, do you take Ms. Celina Moses to be your lawfully wedded wife? Will you stand by her through thick and thin, whether she’s rich or poor, healthy or ill, for the rest of your life?”

Edward, my fiance, hesitated, scanning the crowd as if searching for someone.

He let out a quiet sigh, his eyes betraying his deep disappointment.

“I …”

Before he could finish, the doors to the auditorium burst open.

I saw Zoey, dressed in a striking red gown, and a wave of dread hit me.