The financial aftermath would take weeks to resolve.
My phone buzzed repeatedly.
One cousin asked whether I was okay. An aunt wondered whether there’d been an emergency. Someone from Seth’s family insisted that couples always disagreed and I shouldn’t make a permanent choice while upset.
I switched my phone off.
Paige helped remove my veil, needing three attempts to loosen a stubborn pin without pulling my hair.
We remained silent until she finished.
Then she whispered, “You know you can be sad about this and still be right.”
I cried even harder.
Roughly forty minutes later, Paige brought my car to a side entrance.
I’d decided to return to my apartment.
Seth and I hadn’t moved in together. We’d planned to end my lease after the wedding and transfer my belongings to his townhouse at the month’s end.
For once, postponing that move had benefited me.
