I stared at the empty hanger.
“They didn’t… not my dress. They wouldn’t steal that, too.”
I rushed back out wearing the dress I had arrived in. Most of the guests were already seated. As I reached the main entrance of the church, the doors swung open.
And there they were.
Lori walked through the doors wearing my wedding gown. Nick stood beside her with her arm looped through his like they were starring in some cruel performance.
“Surprise!” Lori announced brightly to the room. “We’re getting married instead.”
A few people gasped. Some simply stared. Others looked at me, waiting for the drama. Waiting for me to fall apart.
My mother stood up from the front pew and began clapping.
“Well,” she said loudly, “this makes much more sense.”
I slowly turned and looked around the room. Two hundred guests stared at us with expressions ranging from confusion to horror.
Then I smiled.
