Watching her walk down the aisle is agony. No one else notices, but I see how she steels herself, forcing the smile on her face to brilliancy. A glance at Lloyd tells me he’s too deliriously happy to have picked up on it.
Good. I’m glad. As much as this pains me, to see the love of my life be wed to another, I wish her no harm. Only happiness.
Our eyes meet briefly and for just a second, she falters. She brushes it off as tripping over her veil and moves on.
I barely make it through the ceremony.