The Wrong Groom

The Wedding Day

A text comes into my phone, and when I look at it, I see my mother's name.

She wants to know where I am. 'The event has started,' I read her message, but ignore it.

I'm at the hotel parking lot where the wedding is being held. I've been here since 7:00 a.m., and Noelle recently joined me in the vehicle.

She's also dressed up, but she got a blue dress instead of a white one. She say