Jolene pouted, her face full of grievances. "I'm sorry, Willard, it's all my fault for delaying you getting married."
Willard reached out and ruffled her hair. "Silly girl, your matters are more important than anything else."
Yet deep down, a vague unease lingered. My calmness just then felt unusually strange.
Willard thought inwardly, "Forget it, maybe he's figured it out and knows I have feelings for her. I'll make it up to her after we get married."
Outside City Hall, all the relatives and friends had arrived, but neither the bride nor any of her family members showed up.
Willard arrived late with Jolene and his heart sank at the sight. "How could this happen. Did Cynthia get lost or forget?"
He dared not think further. Willard immediately dialed my number repeatedly, but no one answered. He tugged at his tie in frustration, his expression darkening by the second.
Finally, the call connected. Willard practically screamed into the phone. "Cynthia, where the hell are you? The whole family's waiting!"
I stared out the window at the familiar streetscape. "I already got married and came home a while ago."
