“Jess.”
I gently pulled away.
Rosalie looked up as I stopped in front of her.
“Did you ask for this?”
Her grip tightened around the bouquet.
She opened her mouth.
Nothing came out.
Before she could answer, Corrine stepped between us.
“This isn’t the time.”
I looked around.
Nearly 30 guests had gathered in the hallway.
Whispers drifted through the room.
Everyone knew something was happening.
No one knew what.
I looked back at Corrine.
“Actually…”
I smiled.
“I think now is the perfect time.”
Her shoulders relaxed.
She mistook my smile for surrender.
“So you understand?”
“I do.”
Relief spread across her face.
“Thank you.”
I nodded.
“Rosalie can absolutely walk before me.”
Kevin let out a breath.
“So we’re okay?”
I looked at him.
“No.”
Then I faced Corrine.
“I have one condition.”
Her smile faltered.
“What condition?”
I looked at Rosalie.
Then back at Corrine.
“When those doors open, before she takes one step down that aisle…”
I raised my voice so every nearby guest could hear.
“I want you to tell everyone exactly why she’s walking before the bride.”
The hallway fell completely silent.
Corrine’s smile vanished.
She looked at Rosalie.
“Go ahead.”
Rosalie didn’t move.
Corrine’s voice sharpened.
“Tell them.”
Rosalie’s eyes filled with tears.
She whispered something I could barely hear.
“I can’t.”
Corrine’s jaw tightened.
“Yes.”
She stepped closer.
“You can.”
Rosalie looked at Kevin.
Then at me.
Finally, she lowered the bouquet.
“I never wanted this.”
Corrine’s expression hardened.
“Rosalie.”
She slowly shook her head.
“I told you this was a bad idea.”
Every guest stood perfectly still.
I looked at Kevin.
“You knew she didn’t want this?”
He closed his eyes.
“Jessica…”
“No.”
I held up a hand.
“I’m done listening to everyone except the person standing there with the bouquet.”
I looked back at Rosalie.
“Tell me.”
She drew a shaky breath.
“My wedding was supposed to happen five years ago.”
The room suddenly felt much smaller.
“I was 26. I’d been with Evan for almost seven years.”
She gave a hollow laugh.
“It was supposed to be the happiest day of my life.”
Nobody moved.
“The guests arrived. The flowers were delivered. My dress was hanging in the bridal suite.”
Her fingers tightened around the bouquet.
“My father walked me to the entrance.”
Her voice cracked.
“And then…”
She stopped.
Corrine quietly reached for her arm.
“That’s enough.”
Rosalie stepped away.
“No. It’s not.”
She looked at me.
“The music started. I took one step toward the doors. My maid of honor got a phone call.”
My stomach tightened.
“The groom was gone.”
Gasps rippled through the hallway.
“He left?”
Rosalie nodded.
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