She Touched The Wrong Groom
Language: en
The night before our wedding, I saw the photo on my fiancée’s phone. It was a mock wedding portrait of her and her male best friend, Chase. Ruby quickly swiped it away, her face flushing as she offered a rushed explanation. "Chase was just messing around," she said, her voice breezy but defensive. "He photoshopped it as a joke. Don't take it to heart, Alex." But the next day, at our wedding reception, Ruby was blindfolded for the "Find the Groom" game. The groomsmen and a few male guests sat in a neat row, and she was supposed to touch their ankles and feet to identify me. She paused,…