Match Me

Chapter 3

“I…” I faltered. “I…”

“You what?” he snapped.

“There’s this song…” It sounded ridiculous. I knew it. It was ridiculous. I couldn’t tell him, couldn’t explain that a stupid song had inspired me to try to stop his wedding. Because it wasn’t ending up like the song.

He shook his head, like he’d just gone swimming and there was water in his ears and he hadn’t quite heard me right. “What?”

“A song,” I swallowed. “A Taylor Swift song.”

“Oh my God,” Paul muttered under his breath.

Chase’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. “What?”

“A song.” But my voice came out as a whisper, so quiet I wasn’t sure even a mouse could hear.

He pushed off the floor and stood. “You’re here to stop me from getting married?”

Slowly, I nodded.

“Oh my God.” He slapped his forehead. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

I didn’t say anything, just shifted my weight from my sandal to my bare foot, feeling lopsided and uneven. It was a fitting analogy, I realized. Everything about me was lopsided and uneven, including my behavior.

Paul cleared his throat. “I’m going to get a drink of water.”

He left and it was just me and Chase.

Chase glared at me. “So, now what?”

I shrank back, leaning into the back wall of the altar. The edge of a large wooden cross dug into my back. It felt like I was about to be crucified. And I probably deserved it.

Chase sighed. “Look,” he said, smoothing his blond hair off his forehead. “I’ve seen you do a lot of things—a lot—but…” His voice trailed off.

It was true. He had seen me do a lot of things. A lot of really stupid things. And he’d done a lot of those stupid things with me.

For some reason, I didn’t think he’d view crashing his wedding as one of those. I’d held out hope that it would make sense to him, that it would be the revelation, the epiphany he needed to see he was making the worst decision of his life.

Turned out, it looked like I had just made the worst decision of my life.

“I love Angela,” he said slowly, his eyes locked on me. “I am marrying her. Today.”

I started to speak but he held up his hand.

“Let me finish, dammit.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and began to pace. “I’m sorry you’re hurt. By this. But…you need to move on, Bonnie. Seriously.”

I felt the tears threaten again. How was I supposed to move on and away from the man I loved?

“You should go.” When I didn’t say anything, didn’t respond, he said, “Now.”

I nodded. I was being dismissed. Not just from the wedding but from his life.

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