I replied incoherently. “You said you’d do anything for me. I don’t have a bride and I have a wedding to finish tomorrow,” the words came out of his mouth way too easily. “But it’s a wedding! And you’re asking me to be your bride out of nowhere,” I pointed out the gravity of the situation to him just in case he didn’t notice. “I actually am. But it’s not like I’m forcing you. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” he told me. Then shaking his head with a quiet laugh as if regaining back sanity, he ran his fingers through his hair and added, “Oh, forget it. I’m just playing around with you. I’ll find another bride, Kaye. In fact, I should probably get on with that. So...” “But...” I tried protesting some more only to realize that it was me who offered to do anything for him in the first place. “Look, Kaye. I seriously need a bride. And if you don’t want to, I’ll just have to find somebody else,” he said to me. And I seriously couldn’t believe that he was just picking brides out of nowhere.
