I had won the bet. But I was only so happy because the bride and groom seemed so happy. They looked at each other like they were . . . in love. My chest hurt, and my smile fell. I wished love was visible, like the sparkles on Elena’s gown. Or the shimmer of the sun on skin. Then it couldn’t be hidden or faked. I wondered what love felt like. I wondered if it even existed. Another tear dripped down my cheek, and I wiped it away.
