Mark said his. I said mine.
We exchanged rings. He kissed me, and everyone clapped.
But the doubt was still there, gnawing at me.
***
I couldn’t focus at the reception. People kept coming up to congratulate me.
My mom hugged me. My friends took pictures.
I smiled and laughed, pretending everything was fine. But inside, I was unraveling.
I kept watching Mark, searching for signs.
But all I saw was a man who looked happy.
Finally, during a quiet moment, he pulled me aside.
“Hey, are you okay? You seem distracted.”
The truth rose up before I could stop it, spilling from my lips.
“Emma gave me a note this morning. She told me not to marry you.
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