Looking closer, I finally recognized her.
Though I didn’t know her name, I’d met her once at work—Selena’s best friend.
Charles stepped in front of me. “This is my car. If you have something to say, say it.”
“No one here leaves. Who knows if you hit me on purpose?”
“Sister, there are surveillance cameras. You hit us.”
“I don’t care. None of you leave.”
I sneered. “Did Selena send you to stop me?”
The girl froze, clearly caught off guard.
“Who’s Selena? I don’t even know her.”
My phone rang again. It was Selena’s video call.
When I answered, she was wearing my couture wedding gown. Behind her, my makeup artist was styling her hair. “Lydia Newton, how do I look?”
“Don’t misunderstand, Mr. Miller said you might not make it. He worried we’d miss the auspicious time, so he asked me to stand in for you.”
“You don’t have to rush here. I’ll livestream the whole wedding.”
“I won’t say more. The ceremony’s about to start.”
I silently leaned back into the car, watching what used to be my wedding unfold perfectly.
I’d carefully chosen the venue, down to every flower.
But now, someone else stood where I should be.
At the ceremony’s peak, the host announced, “The groom may kiss his bride!”