When True Love Blossoms
My sister accompanies me when I go for my premarital medical checkup. When I'm preparing a urine test, I hear embarrassing sounds coming from the cubicle next door.
I'm about to leave when I hear the conversation.
"Keep it in you, Willow. We're doing this again if it slips out."
The voice belongs to my fiancé, Zachary Hilton. The woman to whom he's speaking is Willow Langley, my sister.
I dial his number hysterically to see whether it really is him, but my calls go unanswered. All I hear is the incessant ringing of a phone next door and moans alongside it.
I'm rooted to the spot, too stunned to do anything. Zachary once vowed to love me for life, yet he's doing something like this with Willow prior to our wedding.
The moans and pants next door take a long time to subside. Once I hear them leave, I call home, my face wet with tears.
"Mom, change my husband-to-be to Thomas Hilton, Zachary's youngest uncle. I don't want to have anything to do with Zachary anymore."