and gave a short laugh. “Your boyfriend?”
“Yes,” I replied.
His expression changed. “I don’t believe it.”
For a moment, I felt the old insecurity returning. Then Edward calmly stepped beside me.
“Max,” he said, “you seem more interested in who Veronica brought than in your own wedding.”
The comment caught him off guard.
Edward then handed me a small gift bag. “I brought something for you.”
Inside was a simple card. On it were the words: Never let someone else’s opinion become your definition of yourself.
I looked at him, surprised.
“I wanted you to have that tonight,” he said.
Max glanced toward us. “You two planned all this?”
“No,” Edward answered. “But I did want Veronica to understand something.”
He turned toward me.
“You asked me to come because you wanted someone beside you who would make you feel like you were enough. But you were already enough
