Finally, I ended up dancing with Henry. I stepped on his feet a few times, but he didn’t give up.
It was time for Sam to throw the bouquet.
“Aren’t you going to catch the bouquet?” Henry asks.
“And why would I catch it?” I reply. He raises one eyebrow and smirks.
“I’d go there,” he says, looking at me intently. “Of course, if I were you.”
“Okay, I’ll go.” I hand him my purse and head to the center of the room with the other girls—there are about ten of us in total.
“Ready, girls?!” Sam asks, turning her back to us. “One... two... three, and…”
When I think she’s about to throw the bouquet, she turns and starts walking toward me—or at least, that’s what it looks like. To my surprise, she’s actually walking toward me. I don’t know what to do. The guests are staring at me. I look back,
