My Ten Year Secret Admirer
Language: en
Alyssa and I were standing in the county clerk’s office. We were just one step away—waiting for our photo to be taken for the marriage license—when her phone rang, and she walked out. She left me standing there in the middle of the registry office, stranded and utterly humiliated. I called her. No answer. I texted her. Nothing but silence. Finally, out of options, I dialed her childhood best friend’s number. Sure enough, Alyssa picked up. "Steven, seriously, can you stop nagging me?" Alyssa’s voice was sharp with irritation. "Chase has a fever. I have to stay here and take care of him…