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If you asked anyone from the outside looking in, they’d say I had it all.
A handsome, successful fiancé. A dream wedding being planned. A Pinterest-perfect life that looked glossy from every angle.
And today, Jared was in full husband-mode.
“I booked the tasting at that farm-to-table spot you liked,” he said, eyes scanning the spreadsheet on his tablet. “And I confirmed the floral mock-ups for next week. Oh, check your inbox, I shared the Google Doc.”
I forced a smile, curled up beside him on the couch, champagne in hand.
“Wow, babe. You’ve turned into a wedding planner.”
“I just want everything to be perfect,” He grinned, proud. “For you.”
For a moment, I let that settle.
He was perfect. On paper. In real life, even. Jared had always been everything I thought I needed; kin
