The Invitation I Almost Didn’t Send
Chapter 18 - The Invitation I Almost Didn’t Send
I wrote Lauren’s name on an envelope three times.
Three times, I threw it away.
On the fourth attempt, I left the invitation blank and drove to her apartment.
She opened the door wearing sweatpants and flour on her cheek.
I stared at it.
She noticed.
“I’m helping at a neighborhood food pantry.”
“Of course they put you near flour.”
“Apparently the universe has jokes.”
I handed her the envelope.
She opened it slowly.
When she saw the wedding invitation, she sat down.
“I don’t deserve this.”
“No.”
She looked up.
I sat across from her.
“That isn’t why I’m giving it to you.”
Her eyes filled.
I told her I did not want her in the wedding party.
I did not want her near my dress before the ceremony.
I did not want her handling money, gifts, or planning.
Each sentence was painful.
Each boundary made the invitation more honest.
“I want you there as my sister,” I said. “Nothing more. Nothing less.”
Lauren nodded.
“I’ll take whatever place you give me.”
“That’s the first rule.”
“What?”
“You don’t take the place I give you forever.”
She frowned.
“If we rebuild, you earn new places.”
Her mouth trembled.
“I’d like that.”
On the wedding day, St. Matthew’s looked different.
Maybe because there were only forty-two guests.
Maybe because there were no elaborate flowers.
Maybe because I wore a simple ivory dress that cost less than the first veil.
Or maybe because this time I walked in knowing exactly who everyone was.
My mother stood near the aisle.
Margaret sat beside her.
They had somehow become friends.
I considered this suspicious.
Marcy held my bouquet.
Lauren sat in the second row.
No matching dress.
No title.
Just my sister.
Daniel waited at the front.
Duke stood beside him wearing a black bow tie.
When the music began, I walked alone.
Halfway down the aisle, Duke broke position.
A ripple of nervous laughter moved through the church.
For one terrible second, the old memory flashed through me.
Wooden floor.
Black handle.
Gasps.
Then Duke trotted toward me carrying a small velvet pouch in his mouth.
Daniel groaned.
“I told my brother not to let him steal that.”
Everyone laughed.
I opened the pouch.
Inside were our wedding rings.
Duke had stolen them from the ring bearer’s table.
Again, the dog had interrupted my wedding.
This time, he saved nothing.
There was nothing hidden to find.
I knelt and hugged him.
Then I looked up.
Lauren was crying.
So was Margaret.
So was my mother.
Daniel came down the aisle to meet me halfway.
“Should we try this again?” he asked.
I smiled.
“Yes.”
But before we reached the altar, someone opened the church door behind us.
A woman stood there holding a phone.
For one second, I thought the past had returned.
Then she lowered it.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “Wrong church.”
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The entire room burst into laughter.
And just like that, fear lost its final grip on me.
