The music changed.
The doors opened. And then I saw Mark.
He was standing at the altar, looking at me with so much love in his eyes that I almost forgot about the note entirely. Almost.
As I walked down the aisle, I kept replaying Emma’s words:“He’s lying to you.”
But Mark didn’t look like a man who was lying.
His eyes were shining. His smile was genuine.
When I reached the altar, he took my hand and whispered, “You’re beautiful.”
Emma sat in the front pew, watching me. Her face was pale and nervous.
I gave her a small smile.
She didn’t smile back.
The ceremony began. The officiant talked about love and commitment.
I barely heard the vows.
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