“So have I.”
“I don’t want us to make that mistake again.”
“Then we won’t.”
He looked at me carefully.
“I mean it, Olivia. If someone tells me something about you, I’ll come to you. If something worries you, I want you to tell me. Even if it’s uncomfortable.”
I squeezed his hand.
“Especially if it’s uncomfortable.”
We stood by the water until the evening air turned cold.
For months, I had imagined that the most important moment of my wedding would be the kiss beneath the white roses. Instead, the moment that stayed with me was the one just before the ceremony, when Vanessa had tried to convince me that Ethan wasn’t the man I thought he was.
She had expected me to panic.
She had expected me to doubt him.
She had expected the wedding to become a stage for her version of the truth.
But she had forgotten something essential.
