I f****d up. I’m an asshole, but I’m not usually so cruel.
I adjust my tie as I stand uncomfortably in my suit, leaning against the door of the groom’s room where we are getting ready in the small chapel, hoping that Millie walks by and I can talk to her before the wedding.
“Shut the door, Sebastian. Oaklee will kill me if I get a glance of her before the wedding,” Boden says.
I sigh and wait one more second before closing the door and leaving any hopes of talking to Millie before the wedding. I should have tracked her down last night after she stormed off with tears in her eyes; tears I caused because I was stupid. I thought she was pregnant because she wasn’t drinking, nothing else. I thought she was trying to hide her stomach beneath her baggy clothes. A statement she made abundan
