My phone kept vibrating as the elevator descended.
Daniel called twice in a row.
I didn't answer.
Then the emcee called.
Mom looked at me anxiously.
I answered and heard the emcee's carefully lowered voice.
"Ms. Carter, where are you? The music's started. The ballroom doors are about to open."
I watched the floor numbers count down on the elevator display.
"I'm leaving the hotel."
The emcee was clearly panicking.
"What about the wedding?"
"Cancel it."
"But Mr. Reed says you're just throwing a tantrum. He told us to keep waiting."
The elevator reached the ground floor.
The doors opened onto a lobby filled with balloon flowers and balloons.
I had chosen every decoration myself.
I had imagined walking through here in my wedding dress so many times.
Now I was still in the casu
