On the morning of my wedding, everything seemed calm and beautiful. Sunlight flowed through the stained-glass windows, scattering soft colors across the bridal suite. I smoothed the fabric of my gown, trying to steady my breathing. This day was supposed to be perfect—until my mom slipped into the room, her face drained of color.
“Baby… don’t panic, but Jeff’s not here. None of his family is actually,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
My heart slammed against my ribs. “What do you mean not here?!”
“I mean… they’re not here. None of them.”
Panic surged through me. I grabbed her phone and immediately called Jeff. No answer. I tried calling his best man next, my hands shaking so badly I nearly dropped the phone.
He picked up in a frenzy. “Rosie?! WHERE ARE YOU?! Everyone is looking for you. You didn’t answer. Jeff’s about to cancel the wedding!”
