THE BRIDE HAS BEEN REMOVED.

the whole restaurant went silent in my head. Outside, forks scraped plates, champagne glasses chimed, his mother laughed like breaking glass—but inside me, something old and loyal died without making a sound.
I had only said it once.
“My future husband hates olives,” I told the waiter, smiling as I slid the small dish away from Adrian’s plate.
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