When our wedding officiant got sick and a replacement showed up, I thought it was a blessing. I had no idea she was about to expose the darkest secret of the man I was about to marry.
My name is Cassandra, and until six months ago, I thought I knew everything about the man I was going to marry. I thought I had found my happily ever after.
He had this charm that attracted me to him. When he smiled at me across that crowded restaurant, everything else seemed to fade away.
After our first meeting, things moved fast.
Within six months, we’d moved in together. His apartment became our apartment.
Soon, we got used to each other’s routines and habits.
We’d have morning coffee together and then go for evening walks around the neighborhood.
A year later, he proposed on a weekend trip in the mountains. I can still picture him down on one knee beside that crystal-clear lake, telling me he couldn’t imagine his life without me.
Everything felt right. Like all the pieces of my life had finally clicked into place.
We set the wedding date quickly and threw ourselves into planning.
We just invited our close friends and family to a beautiful countryside venue with soft string lights twinkling overhead and a live band that played all our favorite songs.
We chose a sweet local officiant, Sarah, who had met with us multiple times over the past few months. She took the time to really get to know us as a couple. She asked about our love story, our dreams, and what we meant to each other.
During our final meeting, she’d even teared up a little when Adam talked about how I’d changed his life for the better.
Then came the wedding day.
I woke up that morning feeling super excited yet nervous.
I was ready to see how my whole life would change in the most wonderful way.
I was in the bridal suite with my bridesmaids when my phone rang.
“Hi, Cassandra. There’s a slight hiccup,” she said, and my heart immediately skipped a beat. “Your officiant Sarah is very sick — high fever, totally lost her voice.
She can’t make it.”
My heart sank. This was it. The disaster I’d been secretly worried about.
Everything was going to fall apart.
But before I could panic, Lily quickly added, “Don’t worry! We’ve already lined up a replacement — she’s experienced and available. Her name’s Margaret.
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