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On my wedding day, everyone was waiting for me to walk into my new home. Except my groom. The car arrived at Maplewood House right on time. The photographer was ready. Our families were gathered. Everyone cheered. But Ethan still wouldn’t open the door. “Wait. It’s not time yet.” I thought it was some strange family tradition. So I waited. For an hour. Then at ten o’clock, my maid of honor, Savannah, finally ran out of the house. “I’m sorry! My apartment flooded last night, so I stayed here… and I overslept.” Before I could respond, Ethan laughed softly. “I knew you wouldn’t wake up before ten even if the world ended.” “Relax. We have plenty of time.” I reminded him we still had photos and needed to arrive at the chapel before eleven. He just smiled. Then he took Savannah’s hair tie. And gently tied her hair back. On my wedding day. While I sat alone in the car that was supposed to carry me into my future. I looked at their shadows overlapping on the ground. Then I took out my phone. [Mom, Dad. Tell the chapel.] [The wedding is canceled.] On the wedding day, the car pulled up to The Maplewood House right on schedule. This was the home Ethan and I were supposed to start our life in. The photographer was already set up on the lawn, and a small crowd of family and bridal party members stood waiting, ready to cheer the moment we stepped out. The driver laid on the horn, and the applause erupted. But even after the noise died down, Ethan still wouldn’t let me out of the car. “Hold on. It’s not time yet.” I figured it was some kind of tradition his family had about when the bride could walk through the front door. So I sat there, trying to be patient. For an hour. Until ten o’clock sharp. Savannah Pierce, who was supposed to be my maid of honor, came running out of the house looking apologetic. “I’m so sorry! A pipe burst in my apartment last night and I had nowhere to go. I figured crashing here would be easiest, but I totally slept through my al
