Walking Down the Aisle to a Different Groom
At the wedding I've spent months planning, my usually stoic fiancé, Anthony Scott, is about to run off with his assistant, Erica Jones. To top it all off, she is wearing a wedding gown.
Out of nowhere, his younger brother, Christopher Scott, grabs my hand and plans to pull me straight to City Hall.
He disregards my panicking eyes. "Let's get married," he says, as if it's the most normal thing in the world.
Then, the stage decorations suddenly collapse, revealing a room full of guests mocking and laughing at me.
The two men who once swore to love me forever do all just to make Erica smile.
The three of them clink glasses and drink a love toast on stage, completely lost in their own moment.
"The wedding you planned was way too outdated. You should thank Erica for turning it into a bachelorette party!"
"The real wedding will be this Sunday. Isn't Erica's idea amazing?"
Anthony and Christopher were confident that I wouldn't dare leave them. But I quietly pick up my phone and type a message.
"Let's set the wedding date for this Sunday, Levi."