CatholicMatch Matched Me With Nuns

I am in the back of the church ready to walk down the aisle, Pachelbel’s Canon in D is playing softly and everyone turns to look. I adjust my shawl, hold my flowers up high and then I say a little prayer that I don’t fall flat on my face in front of the entire church.

Am I the blushing bride ready to meet my prince?

Not this time.

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