It wasn’t heavy, but the way they wore it made the room feel colder.
They placed her on the table in front of Monica.
Monica let out a nervous laugh.
“Oh, honey,” he said. “You really didn’t have to buy me anything.”
Natalie’s smile didn’t move.
“I know,” he said. “But after seventeen years, I thought you deserved something unforgettable.”
No one spoke.
No one even touched his drink.
Monica looked around the room, suddenly less secure than before.
Then he slowly reached out to the tape.
His fingers were shaking.
And for the first time since he entered that wedding, my ex-wife stopped smiling.
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Monica’s fingers played the satin tape.
The whole room was silent.
For the first time since she entered the wedding, my ex-wife no longer seemed confident.
Natalie was in front of her, quiet inside her wedding dress.
