Not Your Billion Dollar ATM

Summary

The officiant—Brock, Garrett’s supposed "best man"—kept intentionally botching my name with every line. He was using the little pet name Garrett had for his college sweetheart.

“My bad, man,” Brock slurred into the microphone, not looking sorry at all. “Your last act was just too memorable. I seriously thought today was going to be her walking down the aisle with you… But hey, the new Mrs. is great too, I guess.”

Garrett didn’t even look annoyed. Instead, a wave of sickening nostalgia washed over his face.

I lifted the edge of my six-figure veil and smiled, a cold, hard thing.