Married To The Man Who Waited

Summary

The atmosphere at the high school reunion wedding was electric, the kind of forced joy that usually comes with an open bar and old rivalries.

It was all fine until the MC grabbed the mic, grinning as he announced that whoever caught the bouquet would be the next one to find their "happily ever after."

In a moment of sheer, desperate impulse, I lunged forward. I didn't just catch it; I fought for it, elbowing my way to the front until the silk ribbons were crushed in my palm.

Breathless and beaming, I turned toward him, shouting his name over the music. "Daniel! Look! I got the bouquet!"