After One Night
Denver.
I couldn’t see her face properly until the father’s blessing, at least that’s what I remembered from the endless wedding rehearsals.
“We are gathered here to celebrate the holy matrimony of two people in love,” the priest droned. “If anyone has any objection, speak now or forever hold your peace.”
I lowered my head, closing my eyes, waiting, almost hoping someone would speak up. I shouldn’t have felt disappointment when no one did, but I did. Maybe it was the last chance I had to run.