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WE EXITED THE CATHEDRAL HAND IN HAND. I KEPT A SMILE ON MY FACE hoping it concealed the anxiety swarming inside me like an angry hive of bees. Conner and I were married. I was now Mrs. Noemi Reid. The words strung together sounded foreign in my head. Nothing about my life was recognizable. Come on, Em. Not the time for an existential crisis. I repeatedly blinked, shooing away the cobwebs and realizing we’d www.ajpdf.com finally escaped the curious stares of the congregation. Conner led us down a hallway toward one of the rooms we’d used to prepare prior to the ceremony. The guests would be walking a short distance down the street to the reception while we took a few portraits. Afterward, we would take a limo to the reception for our grand entrance. Until then, we waited. Alone. He released
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