Ditched the Wedding and Changed the Groom
At 8:00 am, I sit in the hotel suite dressed in a custom haute couture wedding gown. At the moment, I'm waiting for Everett Green, the man I've dated for five years, to arrive with the bridal car fleet.
A photograph suddenly pops up on my phone screen.
Everett's childhood sweetheart, Della Coyle, is dressed in a pristine white tulle dress. She sits in the passenger seat of the Rolls-Royce that serves as the lead bridal car. The thing is, that seat is supposed to be mine.
Her caption reads, "He says that I have to be the first person he sees on the most important day of his life."
Suppressing the violent trembling in my hands, I dial Everett's number. His background noise is full of Della