No Seat for the Bride

Summary

On the morning we were supposed to sign our marriage license at City Hall, Justin’s friends gathered on the limestone steps outside, laughing as they pitched a game: "The Pre-Wedding Bride Evaluation."

I thought it was just one of their typically tasteless jokes.

Then the dry-erase scorecard was passed to me. Written across the header in bold marker was the name of his ex-girlfriend, Alyssa.

Justin’s sister, Kendra, went first, holding up her board with a smirk. "Emotional value? Two out of ten."