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

on the floor beside the scissors. FaceTime from Owen.

“Hey, handsome,” I said, picking up with a smile. “Missing me already?”

His face filled the screen—handsome, confident, lit by the glow of his car’s dashboard. “Hey, babe. Just checking on the table runners. Did you go with the oyster grey or the pearl white? My mom is freaking out that the white continue reading …