Emily thought she was about to have the wedding she had spent years planning until her fiancé dropped a bombshell. He canceled everything behind her back and proudly showed off his better investment: a luxury sports car she wasn’t even allowed to drive.
The courthouse smelled like old books and stale coffee. It wasn’t the dream wedding I had imagined, but it was just the first step. A small ceremony now, and then in a few months, our real wedding. The one that would be perfect.
When the judge pronounced us husband and wife, I waited for the moment to feel huge, like something out of a movie. But it was just a simple, quiet moment.
We went to a little diner afterward. Nothing fancy, just the two of us, drinking coffee instead of champagne. I didn’t mind. The big celebration was still coming.