We'd been dating for a year when he proposed.
She stood across from me, wringing her hands. "Do you feel you know my father well?"
"As well as one can know another person."
"Don't be so glib. Please." Her face tightened. "Has he ever mentioned—"
"I found them!" Arthur entered, carrying the wedding invitation mock-ups. He froze. "Did I interrupt something?"
"No." Linda grabbed her purse. "I should be going."
I didn't see her again until the wedding.
"Did I interrupt something?"
We had a small ceremony in Arthur's backyard.
Arthur looked handsome in his navy suit. I wore cream. I had no interest in pretending I was anything other than exactly who I was: a woman who had already loved deeply and had somehow found room in her heart to love again.
As I stood there holding his hands, I felt excited. That's what breaks my heart when I think back on it.
"I do," I said before the pastor could finish.
People laughed softly. Arthur smiled.
Just like that, I was a wife again.
