Van
Nearly fifteen years ago
As I opened the door to her dressing room, Madison turned with a gasp. Her emerald gaze softened as she took me in, scanning from my cheap rented shoes to the rented tuxedo. It wasn't what I would choose to wear. It hadn't been my choice.
“You aren't supposed to see me."
“I see you." I waited for her response or a reaction to my voice. Relief came like a breath of fresh air as Madison smiled, the skirt of her wedding dress swooshing across the floor as she came closer.
When she stopped before me, I reached for one of the small golden curls dangling near her cheeks, watching as it sprang at my pull.
“The wedding is about to start," she said, placing her petite hands on my shoulders.
She was every f*****g thing I remembered and more. A woman like Madis
