Earlier that day…
"What are you talking about?" Scott asked, his voice rising in pitch. Realizing he was being loud, he lowered his voice and tried again. "You're not getting married."
He said it like it was fact, with such confidence that even I believed him for a second. Stuck in the moment with him, like we were frozen in time, my senses overwhelmed me.
The near dead silence in preparation for going live, the smell of freshly baked bread and sugary frosting, the slight coolness coming from the display case, the taste of bile rising up in my throat. The feeling of his warm hand cupped around the side of my neck.
"Stacy?" he implored, peering into my face, sounding less certain than a moment ago.
I could hear my pulse pounding noisily in my ears as I looked for the right words. T
