I’m 23 and engaged to Ethan, 25. We met at a music festival, instantly clicked, and thought destiny had brought us together. We shared the same favorite bands, jokes, and even our favorite song. Within months, we were planning a future, convinced we’d found our forever.

Then came dinner with his closest friends. They were polite, but the atmosphere was strange — tense, awkward. Every time Ethan touched my hand or smiled at me, his friends exchanged uneasy looks. By the end of the night, I overheard one of them whisper a name: “Suzan.”

On the ride home, I asked who she was. Ethan froze, then finally showed me a photo — a girl who looked almost identical to me. Suzan was his high-school love who left for college and broke his heart. They never spoke again, but suddenly everything clicked: the strange looks, the way Ethan stared at me when we met — like he was seeing someone else.

Now, weeks before our wedding, doubt is eating at me. Ethan swears he loves me, not her memory. But every time he looks at me, I wonder if he sees me… or the ghost of Suzan. The rings are bought, the venue booked — yet I don’t know how to walk down the aisle when I’m no longer sure who he’s really in love with.