My parents ignored my wedding, but when they saw my Esie 135K Porsche on Instagram, Mom called, “We need to talk. Family meeting tomorrow.” I showed up with a surprise.
I stand alone in the bridal suite at Walnut Valley Vineyard, staring at my reflection in the full-length mirror.
My wedding dress fits perfectly, every seam and crystal exactly where it should be. The makeup artist outdid herself. My eyes look wider, my cheekbones more defined, my lips the perfect shade of rose.
The white roses in my bouquet rest on the vanity, waiting.
I check my phone for the fourteenth time in twenty minutes. No messages from Mom. Nothing from Dad.
Not even a text from Logan.
A soft knock at the door breaks the silence. Martha, the wedding planner, pokes her head in, her practiced smile barely hiding her concern.
“It’s time, Caroline. Are you ready?”
My eyes drift to the window overlooking the ceremony space.
Ninety guests are seated in neat white chairs. The string quartet plays softly. Probablyies and pottedities haved.
And in the front row, three empty seats stare back at me like accusations.
“They’re not coming, are they?”
My voice trembles despite my best efforts.
Martha’s smile falters. “There’s still time,” she says.
But we both know it’s a lie.
I take a deep breath and smooth the silk of my gown.
“Let’s go.”
The doors to the garden open and ninety heads turn to watch me walk alone down the aisle. I feel their sympathetic gazes like physical touches, little pats of pity that make my skin crawl.
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