Where the Flowers Go
Maybe it was when he whispered sweet nothings about loving me, about a lavish wedding, but ended up with his arms around Susanna, kissing her again and again, giving her the wedding, standing with her at the altar, and making me the one left in the shadows?
I thought about calling him out. On the drive from work to home, a thousand questions burned on my tongue, but I never let them out.
It was not worth it.
I dialed a number and gave my orders.
"Alan, I'm heading overseas in three days for Ms. Jackson's wedding planning. I need to add a detail.
"Have a courier deliver a bouquet of flowers. On the card, just write 'Wishing Mr. Frank and Ms. Susanna a lifetime of happiness' and sign my name.