I walked right past them.
Ryan and the groomsmen froze.
"What does that mean?"
"She's actually leaving?"
Ryan watched me walk away, hurried after me, and grabbed my hand.
There was a trace of panic in his voice that he couldn't quite hide.
"Grace, what the hell are you doing?"
"Canceling the wedding. Exactly what I said."
"Are you done making a scene? Can't you see everyone's waiting for you?"
I glanced back.
Not a single person in those 24 cars was waiting for me.
"They're waiting for you," I said, each word sharp as a blade. "Waiting for you to finish backing up for your childhood sweetheart, cover the road in rose petals, and see her off."
Ryan clenched his jaw, too guilty to answer.
I pulled my hand free and kept walking.
He shouted after me in fury.
"Grace! If you leave
