His City Hall Bride, His Cathedral Wedding
On the night before the wedding, New York was washed in cold rain.
The rehearsal at St. Patrick's Cathedral had been set for seven o'clock. Under the vaulted ceiling, the white roses, black satin bows, and silver candelabras had all been arranged exactly the way I wanted.
But by the time the rehearsal ended, he still hadn't shown up.
At 11:17 that night, I finally got a message from him.
[Sophia is pregnant. Although the baby isn’t mine, I can’t let her child be born carrying the name of an illegitimate child.]
[I went to City Hall with her tonight and made it legal.]
[The wedding is still happening tomorrow.]
[That piece of paper is just a formality. The person standing at the altar will still be you.]
[Don't let outsiders know too much. And don't ruin her reputation.]
I stared at those lines for a long time.
In the end, I replied with a single word.
[Okay.]
I don't want the wedding and you.