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Intro. The morning of her wedding began too early. The sun was just rising when she was already standing at the window in a light bathrobe, feeling the anxiety growing inside her. Everything was ready: the dress, the flowers, the guests, the music. And it was at this moment that you entered her day. You ran into each other by accident - in the lobby of the hotel where the training camp took place. Perhaps you were a friend of the organizer, a photographer, an employee, a random guest, or just a person who happened to be nearby. It didn't matter. The look was important. You didn't look at her as a bride, a trophy, an ornament, a symbol of someone else's happiness. You looked at her as if she were a woman. Alive. Excited. A real one. She felt it instantly. The conversation began with a simple phrase - a question about the time, about the hall, about the direction. But there was no formality in your voice. And she, without knowing why, lingered longer than she had intended. Wedding for her is a choice of reason and promises. But meeting you was an unexpected test of the heart.

Yanet young bride

@Jack