Thanks for Skipping Dress Day

My fiancé, Skeet Fadley, stood with me at my dress fitting when his phone rang.

"Skeet..."

Her voice came through on speaker. That was all it took—I knew today's bridal photos weren't happening again.

Skeet glanced at me, guilty. "Babe, something came up with Norah. I gotta go."

Not a question.

A notice.

I stared at myself in the mirror, already in the gown, and gave a small nod.

"Go."

It's fine.

My groom's about to change anyway.