The One Who Waited

On my wedding day, the limousine dropped me—the groom—off at the banquet hall’s service entrance, right next to the dumpsters.

Sarah opened my door and gave the order like it was second nature.

"You go in through the back. I'll take Liam through the front doors. We can't let our coworkers see us arriving together."

Before I could even respond, she sped off with Liam in the passenger seat, leaving me standing completely alone in a puddle of dirty water.

This was the ninety-ninth time Sarah had abandoned me to "maintain professional boundaries."