I stared at the ceiling of the bridal suite, counting the delicate roses carved into the crown molding. One hour passed, then two. Sleep refused to come.
The irony wasn't lost on me. Here I was, in a bed meant for newlyweds, alone on my wedding night while my husband was undoubtedly with another woman.
I couldn't stay here, surrounded by romantic trappings that mocked my reality. I slipped from the bed and changed into a simple dress, leaving behind the delicate lingerie that had been selected for a night that would never happen.
Without a clear destination, I wandered the halls of the resort, eventually finding myself on a secluded balcony overlooking the moonlit gardens.
"Well, well. If it isn't the new Luna, wandering alone on her wedding night."
I didn't need to turn to recognize
