The Night Before Our Wedding, I Heard What He Really Thought of Me

From Jen, my best friend: I’m at the church. His mother just fainted in the vestibule. His boss is listening to the file. Owen is running around trying to explain. Nobody is buying it.

I closed my eyes and let myself see it—Owen in his tuxedo, standing in a church full of people who were listening to his own voice call the woman he was supposed to marry continue reading …