If she didn’t, she was about to marry the same liar I almost had.
I walked toward her.
Colleen followed.
“Meredith, don’t.”
Sarah looked up.
“Can I help you?”
“I’m the florist.”
She smiled faintly.
“The flowers are beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
“Before you walk down that aisle, there’s something you need to know.”
Her smile vanished.
Colleen whispered my name.
I ignored her.
Sarah looked between us.
“What are you talking about?”
I told her.
Quietly.
Without making a scene.
I told her Adrian had been engaged to me three months earlier.
I told her about the accident.
The closed casket.
The funeral I attended.
Sarah stared at me.
“That’s impossible.”
“I wish it were.”
She turned toward Colleen.
“Is she lying?”
Colleen said nothing.
Sarah’s face changed immediately.
“Ms. Colleen?”
Still nothing.
Then Adrian appeared at the far end of the hallway.
He stopped when he saw me.
