“Go. I’ll be there in a few. Or we’ll spend this wedding with you all broken limbed.”
“Shit,” he says, grinning. “Maya?”
“Maya.”
He kisses me hard and fast and I go and fix my makeup. I’m not nervous. I’m bursting with the happiness I never thought could be mine.
But it is.
And my friend comes through the door, offers me her arm as the music strikes up, and I go to my future.
One full of love.