Eight Years of Love, Deleted Like Trash

Half an hour before the wedding rehearsal dinner, I told the wedding planner to delete the video they'd prepared.

Her face went white.

"Miss Sullivan, that wedding video took three months to edit. Both sets of parents and all the relatives are waiting to see it."

I handed her a USB drive.

"Play this instead."

She opened the file. Ten seconds in, her fingers froze on the mouse.

"Are you sure you want to show this?"

I looked at the huge LED screen at the front of the banquet hall.

It was supposed to play the memories of Eugene James and me falling in love.