Cancelled

Summary

Eight in the morning.

I am sitting in our newly renovated apartment, fully dressed in my wedding gown, waiting for the groom and his party to arrive for the ceremony.

But he never shows.

His mother, pale as a ghost, keeps wringing her hands: “I’ve been calling him since sunrise, but he won’t pick up. His father drove back to their place to find him. He said he drank too much at the bachelor party last night and can’t be woken up…”

Rage boiling in my chest, I grab my phone and dial his number myself.

After several attempts, it finally connects.

“Hello?”