Ben’s voice droned on and on. It was impossible to pay attention with the scenery Carmen had in front of her. Justin in a tuxedo? That was almost too much to bear. She’d never seen Nate in a tux. She would have on their wedding day, though. Nate. The regret cascaded over Carmen’s body like a waterfall, dousing any thought of Justin. Which was a good thing. She and Nate were supposed to be standing up there like that. Would she have made as beautiful a bride as Ginny did? What kind of dress would Carmen have worn? Surely she’d have gone with an actual wedding dress—not like Ginny’s, which looked more like an ivory cocktail dress. Or would they have gotten married on the beach after the baby came? So many possibilities. Not anymore. Justin moved forward to hand the ring to Mark as he brushed the hair out of his eyes. He was even more gorgeous than Nate, which until recently, Carmen wouldn’t have thought possible. Eyes off Justin. Focus on the wedding. Carmen dragged her gaze from the unreachable Justin and examined the bridesmaids’ dresses.
