I'm not even sure where Atticus is at this point. All I know is that he's with Anya. On our wedding day, my husband is too busy taking care of his ex-girlfriend to show up for our dance together. And there was nothing I could do about it.
I've imagined what my wedding would be like to Atticus many times in the past. Not once did I picture it to be like this. In my delusional mind, I imagined it to be a small wedding by the beach with only the closest people from our lives attending; we would be deeply in love with a bright future ahead of us. At that time, I didn't think once there was a chance that we would ever be married in this life; I'd gotten my wish but not in the way I'd always dreamed of it to be.
"Why is Atticus taking so long?" His mother questions. "Sometimes I swear he doe
