Done with the Hide and Seek
At my wedding rehearsal, the officiant asked for the third time for us to exchange rings.
My best friend, Stacy Campbell, stood beside me as the maid of honor, looking impish. "The treasure hunt game's started. Guess where the ring's hidden?"
My fiance, Jeremy Dean, let out a helpless laugh and started guessing hiding spots.
I was the only one staring at the empty box, sweat breaking out across my forehead.
It was starting again. This so-called treasure hunt game.
When we were kids, Stacy hid my scarf in the boiler room while Jeremy kept watch for her. I searched for four hours and finally dug the scorched corner of it out of a pile of ash.
Right before the SATs, my admission ticket go