“Now you’ll never marry my son!” my mother-in-law laughed, setting my wedding dress on fire. I wiped my tears, smiled coldly, and said, “Enjoy destroying that dress, because the wedding was never the real trap.” Her face went completely pale when I made one quick phone call…

Chapter One: The Combustion of Best Laid Plans

This is the chronicle of my own coup d’état—a revolution that didn’t begin with a manifesto, but with the sharp, metallic snick of a customized chrome lighter.

Fire has a way of erasing history in seconds. It licked up the hem of my custom gown like a malicious rumor finding eager ears. The fabric was a continue reading …