Without even looking back at me, he just drove away.
Oh well, I just turned to the wedding coordinator.
"I already paid for these invites. Just throw everything away. And oh, please cancel everything else too."
She blinked, looking a little hesitant.
"I... I'm sorry. We're halfway done with the design, Miss Chavez. We don't do refunds, so if you cancel now..."
"Yeah, just keep the payment. I really don't mind."
I was halfway out of the wedding design company when it hit me—oh crap, the wedding dress! Right, I should cancel that too!
Once I took care of everything, I headed to a diner and ordered my go-to bowl of mac and cheese. While I waited, I started editing an Instagram Story.
I snapped lots of gorgeous pics up in the mountains, all memories worth sharing.
Then I put together a nine-picture grid and added a quick caption: [Just how I wanted it.]
It quickly blew up with likes, including one from Josie Barron.
Not long after, I got a notification. Of course, that bitch had to post, too.
It was a candid shot of a guy's side view. Definitely my supposed-to-be-groom.