She gave me a sheepish look. “She told you, didn’t she?”
Celine nodded. “I was going to tell you. I swear. But I figured once it was official-official, it wouldn’t matter.”
I sat beside her on a crate of soda cans. “Except it kinda does matter, Celine.”
She sighed. “Look, I didn’t plan to marry Gavin. I met him at that visa assistance seminar. We talked. We clicked. And yeah, it started as a favor. But we didn’t expect to… actually fall for each other.”
“Does Mom know the full story?”
“Not yet,” she whispered. “I didn’t want to ruin today.”
I chewed my lip. “It’s already ruined for her.”
“I know,” she said. “But it wasn’t a scam. Not really. We got to know each other. Dated. Traveled. He didn’t even ask for help—I offered.”
“But why do this wedding? The white dress, the vows, all of it?”
It was weird. But I believed her.
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