On the wedding day, Sean had arrived at the venue early.
He seized the officiant's sleeve, his voice hoarse. "Has the bride shown up?"
The officiant glanced at him. "The bride's already in the dressing room preparing. Don't worry. Please go change first."
Sean exhaled in relief. "Great."
He believed I would still give him one more chance, and he would value it this time.
The wedding aisle was long. A river of white lilies ran from beneath his feet all the way to the altar. There were flowers, a live orchestra, and a Michelin three-star banquet. Everything looked perfect, almost unreal.
A woman in a wedding dress he had personally selected stood with her back to him, waiting. On her head rested a one-of-a-kind haute couture lily veil flown in from overseas.
Sean, in a tailored suit,
