I’d spent seven years dreaming about marrying the man I loved. Everything was ready, and 150 guests were coming to celebrate with us. Then I went looking for my earrings and saw something I wished I hadn’t. I thought nothing could hurt worse, until I discovered how long I’d been deceived.
“Oh my God… please tell me you didn’t actually do that.”
Sean was standing at the altar, holding the wedding band I’d just returned to him.
His smile had vanished.
“You asked me to wait until after the wedding, Sean. I told you I wouldn’t.”
He glanced toward the guests.
“Mae, please. We can still work this out.”
“Not today.”
***
That morning, I’d been sitting in the bridal suite when Isla arrived with two coffees.
Isla was my maid of honor and best friend.
“We can still work this out.”
She’d known me long enough to recognize when I was worrying about things I couldn’t control.
“Please tell me you’ve eaten something,” she said.
“I had half a muffin.”
“Mae, you’re getting married in three hours.”
“Please tell me you’ve eaten something.”
“Which explains why I’ve barely eaten,” I said with a grin. “I’m okay, Isla. Just nerves, I guess.”
She handed me a cup.
“Then let Stella worry about the flowers. And everything else.”
Stella was our wedding coordinator. She’d spent months helping me plan the day.
“Just nerves, I guess.”
At 28, I was finally marrying Sean, my boyfriend of seven years.
We’d met in college.
He’d helped me through difficult times, celebrated my first promotion, and made our small apartment feel like home.
I loved him. I adored him.
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