Everything had already been paid for. My father had covered the venue, flowers, dress, catering, music, and hotel rooms. My mother was still discussing decorations. My father had rehearsed his speech so many times he practically knew it by heart. Dresses
For three days, I barely left my bed.
On the fourth night, I stood in front of my wedding dress and had a thought so ridiculous I actually laughed out loud.
Then I thought it again.
The wedding didn’t have to be canceled.
I just needed a different groom.
Maybe that sounds crazy. Maybe it was. But when you’re told your time may be limited, embarrassment loses much of its power.
I had dreamed about a wedding my entire life. The dress. The flowers. The music. My father walking me down the aisle. My mother crying in the front row. Dresses
I wasn’t ready to lose that dream because the man who promised it turned out to be weaker than I imagined.
The next morning, I searched for acting agencies.
