“I’m working. I’m the florist.”
“Here?”
“Yes. Why?”
Before she could answer, a wedding coordinator rushed toward us.
“Ms. Colleen, we’ve been looking everywhere for you. The groom needs his mother.”
I stared at Colleen.
For a moment, everything seemed to make sense.
Adrian had an older brother, Julian.
Of course.
It had to be Julian’s wedding.
Julian and I had always gotten along. He was quieter than Adrian, but kind. At family gatherings, he was usually the one helping me carry dishes while everyone else argued over football.
I won’t pretend it didn’t hurt that I wasn’t invited.
But after Adrian’s death, I had barely spoken to his family.
Maybe they assumed a wedding would hurt too much.
Maybe Julian thought watching him stand at an altar would remind me of everything I had lost.
I tried not to take it personally.
