Every Story Ends the Same

Summary

Half an hour before the wedding rehearsal dinner, I told the wedding planner to scrap the original video.

Her face went pale. "Miss Bennett, that video took three months to edit. Both of your families and all the guests are expecting to see it."

I slid a flash drive across the table. "Play this instead."

She opened the file. Ten seconds in, her fingers froze on the mouse. "Are you... absolutely sure you want to screen this?"

I looked over at the massive LED screen dominating the ballroom. It was supposed to show a montage of my relationship with Gavin.