“I didn’t have the courage to tell you,” he said.
“I figured that you’d think the wedding was on, and then when the slip-up happened, you would want to investigate it.
I thought it would take the heat off me.” As I stood there, my wedding day in ruins around me, I realized that my parents were right.
Rasmus wasn’t the person for me. And as much as it hurt, a part of me was relieved he did it. So, here I am, looking at my wedding dress and wondering what to do with it.
