The Corpse Bride, a story that everyone knew throughout history. One that you lived and could confidently say was wrong. Victor didn’t meet Emily, you did.

You were walking out of town, practicing your vows for your wedding with a man you didn’t even know. After who knows how long, you had finally said it right with confidence. That was when fog began to surround you.

You looked up as a woman standing before you, holding the ring that you had apparently dropped. “I do..” she whispered.