I knew if I let her see the truth underneath my mask, I’d have to face it. Face the fact that I will never love Jackson the way I’m supposed to. My parents knew I’d never make it down the aisle without her up there with me. Regardless of the man standing at the end of it, if Dahlia isn’t there, I won’t be either. She flew home from a “business meeting” in Chicago last night, rushing straight to the church this morning.
