A Mask at the Wedding

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?"

"I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask.

The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me.

"Wait a second."

The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat.

I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

He coughed nervously. "Yes, I..."

I signaled the officiant to pause and led the groom to a quiet room.

Just then, my phone buzzed on the table. A bunch of unread texts from Joyce Charlton.

[Bet you didn't know your groom's a phony, huh? Surprise! Howard and I are watching your wedding live. ]

There was a photo too: Howard had his arms around her, his chin resting on her head.

[Forgot to mention, it was my idea. This wedding's just a game to cheer me up.]

I quickly replied.

[Oh yeah? Bet one call from me, and he'll ditch you to beg for my forgiveness.]

The phone went silent. Hook, line, and sinker.

I pocketed the phone and faced the quiet groom.

He was fidgeting. "I... I..."

I gave his shoulder a reassuring pat. "Elias, relax."

He sighed in relief. "You knew all along."

After a quiet moment, he looked like he had made a big decision and took a deep breath.

"Howard doesn't deserve you. He just wants to embarrass you today."

I quickly stepped closer to him and whispered, "I stopped the wedding suddenly, not to call you out, but to ask you to help me put on a play."

I did not know until after I died in my previous life that Elias Gibson had a secret crush on me for years.

He was the only one who did not believe I would ever jump out of a plane to end my life.

Later, he figured out Howard was the one who did something terrible to me, but he could not find proof. With no proof strong enough to condemn him, he chose to drag him down with him on the day of my death.

Tears started to roll down my cheeks, and Elias tried to wipe them away in a hurry.

"If you're upset, I can..."

I looked into his eyes and said, "Elias, listen to me, I want to marry you."

We went back to the wedding, and the person in charge said with a big smile, "Now, let's have the bride and groom exchange rings."

I took the ring and tried to slide it onto his finger, but it would not go past his knuckle.

He tried to push it on, but I stopped him.

The guests started to whisper to each other, their voices buzzing like a swarm of mosquitoes.

"What's going on? Is the ring the wrong size?"

"Can't believe they messed up something so important. The Smiths and the Larsons really dropped the ball."

Howard's parents looked really upset down there. They glanced at each other, both looking worried and nervous.

Looks like they knew about the mess Howard planned but did not try to stop it.

My mom looked really worried too, but I gave her a look that said, "It's okay, don't worry."

Then, with everyone watching in shock and confusion, I revealed Elias's true identity.

"Oh my gosh! The groom isn't Howard!"

"Where did the real groom go?"