Club Romance — My Stories (№ 453123)

Weak and helpless, she could no longer hold back her tears. That flowed in crooked paths down the face, erasing the ruined makeup and dripping onto the soiled dress. Now, to the young bride, it all seemed stupid ... Here, in the dead of night, for the first time she felt herself not as usual. Not the way I felt every time I sneaked out of the house. Now it was not freedom. And adult life. Real and vibrant. Cruel. She, the princess who escaped from the tower, had no bow and arrows, no magic.