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“What’s your middle na—”
“I don’t have a middle na—”
“Whatever. Doesn’t matter. I would be honored to be your best man.”
“Stop it,” I said again.
“Stop what?”
“Crying.”
“It’s the hormones. Pregnancy is weird.”
“I just think you’re weird.”
“I gotta go tell Aaliyah the good news. But, hey, just a heads-up. You’re worth staying for, Damian. The people who left weren’t worthy of you.”
They didn’t leave me. They sent me away. That was a different feeling.
What a sap my best friend was. It was funny how opposite we were of one another. They said opposites attract, which in our case was very true. I wondered what that meant for Stella and me. What happened when my darkness met her light?
Connor walked away, wiping his tears, and I could already hear him telling Aaliyah the news around the corner. I bet she was crying, too, the two emotional freaks. Sometimes I wished I could feel like them, too. Feel so freely without shame of being overthrown with their emotions. I’d been burned one too many times by feeling too deeply, though, so that wasn’t really in my cards.
I turned a corner, walking into the study, and unfortunately, entered a space I wasn’t supposed to be in. There, in the middle of the study, was a seamstress, Maple, and Stella.
Stella.
Standing in the space, surrounded by hanging gowns, while she wore one against her body.
Stella.
In a dress.
A wedding dress.
My bride.
Shit.
I had a bride.
A beautiful one at that.
She looked like the world’s greatest gift dressed in white, but she also seemed uncomfortable in the gown. I knew this wasn’t my fault, but a moment of guilt hit me. It did something to a person’s head when it was clear as day that a woman didn’t want to marry you.
She didn’t want to marry me. She didn’t even know me. It wasn’t like I was begging to be her husband either.
This was insane. All of it, every single inch of the situation we were in, was madness.
“You’re not supposed to see the bride before the wedding!” Maple said, waving me away.
“I don’t believe in superstitions,” I stated, my eyes still on Stella while hers were locked on me.
“Just because you don’t doesn’t mean they don’t exist. Now get out of here before you cause bad luck,” Maple said, shooing me away.
I looked at the racks of dresses, then back to a quiet, uncomfortable Stella and told her the only thing I could think of to bring her an ounce of peace.
“It’s okay if you wear black.”
