When My Lies Turned Real

The night before the wedding, my fiancé Damien told me about a wedding custom from his hometown.

The bride must cross over a burning brazier without wearing underwear, or she would offend the gods and bring disaster.

I agreed reluctantly, thinking of him.

Until the wedding day, when Nina suddenly lifted my skirt and shouted with a laugh.

"Everyone come look! I knew she wasn't wearing anything underneath!"

"Elara, I was just making a bet with friends about whether you'd wear underwear. You're not mad, are you?"

I was utterly humiliated and knocked the camera from her hands.