My stepsisters are little twits, and my stepmother treats me like I’m totally unwelcome here. I’ve written and rewritten at least a dozen letters to Gabe since being here, but I keep chickening out on my way to the mailbox. Every time I talk to my mom on the phone, she says that Gabe is getting along fine without me. If I write to him and tell him what happened, it’ll just turn everything upside down, and then I’ll have to deal with the aftermath… I changed hotels and spent the next two days taking in some of the sights of Vegas completely solo. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to go home to face my friends and family without a ring on my finger. Quite the opposite. The fact that I wasn’t married to Landon was a relief. At last, I didn’t have to pretend. I didn’t have to plaster a phony grin on my face and pretend that I didn’t long for something I couldn’t have. I might have been dumped three minutes before I was scheduled to walk down the aisle, but at least I was finally being true to myself.
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