I heard Mrs. Henderson from down the street snort with laughter.
Pastor Williams stood frozen, his mouth slightly open like a fish.
Even the photographer stopped snapping pictures.
Heat flooded my cheeks.
My knees nearly buckled. Humiliation swept through me like wildfire, burning everything in its path.
This was supposed to be my day. My memories.
And she’d hijacked it all!
I was seconds away from walking out. Right there in front of everyone, I was ready to gather up my dress and run.
My day, my wedding, and my carefully planned dreams had all been hijacked by a woman who couldn’t stand not being the center of attention.
“Hold on,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. “I know exactly what to do.
Just trust me.”Continue reading…
