“My Fiancé Died Three Weeks Before Our Wedding — Months Later, I Followed His Mother and Discovered She Was Attending Someone Else’s Wedding Wearing the Dress I Never Got to Wear”

Every part of me wanted to say no.

“I’ll do it,” I said.

A few hours later, I was arranging flowers at a reception venue I’d never worked at before when I saw a familiar woman near the entrance.

Colleen.

For a second, I thought grief was playing another trick on me.

Then she turned slightly.

It was definitely her.

I almost called out to her.

Then she saw me.

Her expression shifted from neither sadness nor surprise into something resembling fear.

She immediately turned away and disappeared down a side hallway.

That was strange.

Colleen and I hadn’t spoken much since Adrian died, but why would she hide from me?

I followed her.

“Colleen?”