At my best friend Cynthia Woodward’s wedding, the bouquet ricocheted off another girl’s hands and landed squarely in mine.
In an instant, everyone’s eyes turned toward Tyrone Benson.
Eager to see our eight-year romance end in marriage, they started chanting, “Marry her! Marry her!”
“Whoever catches the bouquet gets married next!” someone shouted.
The crowd shoved Tyrone toward me.
My face flushed red as I waited for him to pop the question.
But instead, he calmly plucked the flowers from my hands and casually passed them to the bridesmaid beside him.
“She caught it first,” he said, ruffling my hair, his voice as gentle as ever. “Be good. You’ll catch it next time.”
The spotlight followed the bouquet as it changed hands, leaving the two of us standing forgotten in the shadows.
I watched the bridesmaid blush with surprise, and a bitter smile slowly curved across my lips.
Tyrone didn’t know there wouldn’t be a next time.
My wedding to another man was already scheduled for next week.
Not Waiting For You Chapter 01 Cynthia’s face darkened immediately. I caught her wrist before she could lash out. She spun toward me, her eyes even redder than mine. “She did that on purpose! I specifically told all the bridesmaids that the bouquet was meant for you…” “Cindy,” I interrupted softly, “the wedding isn’t over […]
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