It all started in the groom’s room at the church. My brother, Daniel, was pacing back and forth, tugging at his tie like it was strangling him. I thought it was just nerves; every groom gets them.
I sat there, trying to lighten the mood, cracking jokes, but he wasn’t laughing. Instead, he leaned over to me, eyes dark and steady, and said something I’ll never forget:
“You have no idea what’s coming.”
I chuckled nervously, clapping him on the back. “Hell yeah, man!
You’re about to marry the woman of your dreams. That’s what’s coming.”
But he didn’t smile. He just looked down at his hands, one of which was gripping a small black device I assumed was a presentation remote.
At the time, I thought it was for the slideshow of pictures we’d all been helping him put together for the reception. I didn’t think much of it. The ceremony began like any other.
The church was packed with family, friends, and colleagues. Rows of flowers lined the pews, filling the air with the heady scent of lilies and roses. Everyone stood when the music swelled, and there she was, the bride, Jessica, walking down the aisle in a dress that glittered under the stained-glass light.
People were tearing up, dabbing their eyes. My mom held tissues in both hands, whispering about how proud she was. Everything seemed perfect, like a scene from a movie.
But Daniel’s face was unreadable. When the priest welcomed everyone and asked us to bow our heads in prayer, Daniel glanced at me again, then at the pocket where he kept the remote. My stomach twisted, though I didn’t know why.
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