A stranger in pearls had planned a surprise party for us in the back of a fast-food restaurant. By the end of the night I knew exactly who she was, and within a week she’d found the one thing I couldn’t say no to.
Part 1
We got married on a Thursday afternoon at the county courthouse, with two friends standing in as witnesses and a clerk who kept glancing at the clock.
My dress came off a clearance rack. Enzo’s jacket belonged to his brother, and the sleeves were half an inch too long. The rings were the only thing we hadn’t cut corners on. We’d put money aside for months to buy them, a few dollars at a time.
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