Just before I walked down the aisle, my mom slipped a folded note into my hand. “Pretend you’ve fallen. Now,” it read. I didn’t understand, but something in her eyes scared me. Halfway to the altar, I stumbled—on purpose—and fell to the floor. “She twisted her ankle!” my mom shouted. “Stop the wedding! Call an ambulance!” When the paramedics arrived, what they said next shocked me.
I was in the bridal room—so luxurious that it felt less like a refuge and more like a golden cage. My custom-made white silk dress hugged my body like a second skin, perfect as...