My Fiancé Planned to Sell My House and Send My Son Away After Our Wedding—So I Left a Blue Folder Beside His Mother’s Plate at the Rehearsal Dinner
“Then I suppose you’ll have to eat it.”
He laughed too.
It was a full laugh.
Unworried.
The kind I hadn’t heard much during the months before the canceled wedding.
We made another.
This one turned out beautifully.
Harry held it up on the spatula like a prize.
“Look!”
I smiled.