Then I noticed Colleen’s corsage.
I had made it that morning.
It belonged to the groom’s mother.
Colleen glanced at me, then hurried after the coordinator.
I watched her go.
Something still felt wrong.
I told myself she was simply uncomfortable seeing me.
Maybe she thought I would be upset.
Maybe she felt guilty that Julian was marrying only three months after Adrian’s funeral.
I forced myself back to work.
The arrangements needed finishing. Candles had to be placed. The ceremony flowers needed one final check.
A few minutes later, I saw Colleen near the groom’s room.
Alive.
And he was wearing the same suit he’d bought for our wedding.
I couldn’t move.
For one terrible second, my mind rejected what my eyes were showing me.
“Does everything look okay?” he asked.
Colleen adjusted his tie.
“You look perfect.”
Adrian smiled.
“Good. I don’t want anything going wrong today.”
