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Beside me, Kiera gasps, taking it all in with wide eyes. “Well, I know what your ex’s favorite color is.”
“Yep. Amber always loved pink.”
“Love seems like an understatement. I mean, I like pink as much as the next girl, but…this looks like Barbie threw up everywhere.”
Kiera is joking with me again. I’m almost giddy. I didn’t realize how much I’ve missed her humor and sharp wit until just now. The tug at my heart pulls me closer to her.
“Exactly. Want to know what’s crazier?” I smile wryly. “This wedding gives me serious déjà vu.”
“Your wedding looked like this?”
“A lot, yes. Maybe when she was planning a pinkfest and didn’t ask my opinion about our ceremony, that should have been my first clue.”
“Definitely.”
At the time, I didn’t care what the wedding looked like as long as I married the love of my life, so I let her have her way.
Look how well that turned out for you.
An usher approaches us. “Are you here for the bride or the groom?”
Neither?
“Bride,” I say begrudgingly.
“If you’ll follow me, please.”
He guides us to a pew in the middle of the sanctuary. Once we’re seated, I scan the venue for familiar faces. Amber’s friends and family are a few rows ahead of us. I really hope they don’t turn around.
I check my watch. Five minutes to five. Good. The sooner this shit show starts, the better.
“This must be weird for you,” Kiera murmurs, leaning closer. “Watching your ex getting married.”
I shrug. “Coming here is strictly business.”
“I know, but still…it must feel strange.”
“Okay, a little. But honestly, I just don’t care anymore.”
Kiera scans the room with its high ceilings and expansive windows as music suddenly reverberates through the church. The ceremony is about to begin. Not long after the song begins, I recognize the tune from a British crooner, about a woman looking perfect tonight.
First, the flower girl and ring bearer walk down the aisle. When they pass us, Kiera smiles as if they’re the cutest kids she’s ever seen. Maybe they are, but it’s hard to tell when they’re covered in head-to-toe pink.
After that come the bridesmaids, gliding down the aisle toward dapper groomsmen now waiting at the altar. I could swear some of Amber’s friends look hungover and slightly green. I wouldn’t be surprised if the bride and her friends went hard at her bachelorette party.
Right behind them comes the groom arm-in-arm with his mother. The older woman is both beaming and crying tears of joy. The groom, on the other hand…the poor guy looks like he’s shaking.
Hey, at least he got to the alter. I don’t know whether to congratulate him or pity the poor bastard.
“Are you really okay?” Kiera whispers beside me.
There she goes, caring again. What am I going to do when I don’t have her in my life to give a shit anymore? The question grips me with panic.
I force my expression to blank. “Fine.”
She frowns, clearly not buying my bullshit. And she’s right not to. Everything about today is bothering me more than I thought it would. Not because Amber is marrying another man. As far as I’m concerned, I dodged a bullet with her. But I feel like I’m watching what could have been.
Maybe you could have that with Kiera.
