Here's the beginning.
Elizabeth’s
tattered, dirty Anne Barge wedding dress fluttered behind her in the murky, New
York breeze. Her broken heels echoed throughout the narrow alleyway. She
stopped and looked up. Here, this was the place where it all went down the
drain. Liz nervously pushed open the heavy, wooden door with an eerie creaking.
As she walked in a strong gust of wind blew the door shut behind her. There was
no going back.
In case you were wondering, here's what the original Anne Barge dress would look like:
Of course this is the untattered version.
-Anne
