
Article by Rachel Vasquez.
As she ran down the aisle, away from the man standing at the altar, cries of horror and embarrassment filled the air.
Her grandmother fainted when she discarded her veil, his parents held each other in disbelief, and the sound of the officiant’s bible hitting the floor echoed through the great Church’s abbey.
The bride is Brenna Smith, and that is a reoccurring nightmare she’s had plague her dreams for as long as she can remember.