But this time it was from joy, not nerves. I caught Jake’s eyes across the altar and felt steadied.
The beginning of everything we’d planned and dreamed about.
The ceremony began beautifully.
Pastor Williams spoke about love and commitment in that warm voice of his. I felt like I was floating, suspended between the life I’d known and the life I was about to begin.
Then the church doors opened with a slow, heavy creak.
I figured it was a late guest — maybe Uncle Fred, who was always running behind. But when I turned to see who was coming, I nearly dropped my bouquet.
It was Margaret.
Wearing my dress.
Not just similar.
She even had the same bouquet: white roses and baby’s breath, tied with ivory ribbon.
And on her arm? Her boyfriend Gerald, grinning like he’d just won the lottery.
“Surpriiiiiise!” Margaret sang, swishing down the aisle like some kind of deranged debutante. “Since my sweet bunny and I were never officially married, we thought, why not do a double wedding?
I mean, look at us! We’re practically twins!”
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