Page 13 of Wedding Wrecker

Because it was out of this world, and I wished to never go back to Earth. Yet here I am, watching Ann put a tiara on Madison’s head because my bride is in the middle of her evening outfit change. She has three different dresses for every day leading up to the wedding. Absolute madness. I had no idea what I was signing up for a year ago, but it’s too late to do anything about it.

Still, as I stand there, all I can think of is that I need to talk to Logan.

“Do you think they’ll get back together?” Madison asks Ann, giggling. She’s the only one legally allowed to drink in our group of three, but we’re all a bit tipsy.

Ann chuckles and adjusts my girl’s hair next. “Nah. He’ll probably murder me though. Gosh, I love fucking with him, and since he’s never home, and I can’t prank him all the time, it only makes sense to go big when he is around.”

Madison chuckles and looks my way. “Have you heard this? Ann had me sit her brother with the woman who left him at the altar. How evil is that?”

I can’t disconnect from reality altogether, so I clear my throat and ask. “Oh really? Which one’s your brother?”

Madison applies some more lipstick and glances at me in the mirror. “Tall brunet, very handsome. His name’s Logan.”

I’m so shocked I can barely think. “Oh... Ann’s brother. And Ann is your cousin so he is t—” My transgression is even worse than I thought. I drop to the chair, struggling to breathe as the girls chatter, ignorant of my state.

Madison gives Ann’s arm a gentle slap. “Why is he single anyway? A guy like him probably has loads of girls after him.”

Because he’s gay, I think, nervously picking at my nail. Am I gay? I did think I was low-key bi, but after last night, I’m not so sure anymore. Being with Madison was always okay, but being touched by Logan last night blew my mind. I have this feeling like I never want anything else, and it makes me both excited and so hopeless I want to tie weights to my feet and drop into that damn pool once everyone’s gone to sleep.

Ann sighs, slightly more serious now. “I think he’s a bit traumatized by what happened. He does date, but it never lasts long enough for him to introduce the girls to us.”

“You think now that his almost-wife’s divorced, she might be interested in him again?” Madison asks and an unreasonable surge of jealousy flashes through me.

Ann shrugs, draping a glittery shawl over Madison’s shoulders. “I highly doubt it, since she came out as a lesbian.”

Madison hums and glances at me, pouting. She’s so pretty and I don’t even feel like touching her. What is wrong with me?

“What do you think, Kyle? If someone's gone gay, can they turn back again?”

The question catches me off guard, and my tongue feels too big for my mouth, but I manage to speak. “I don’t know anyone who’s gay.”

Other than Logan, and maybe, possibly myself. For a long time, I considered myself a bisexual who chose to date only women, but last night has shaken that image all the way to its foundations. I have no fucking idea what to do.

The question feels like a shower of lemon slush, and I shudder before leaping to my feet. I can’t continue having this conversation about nothing. “Maybe it’s time to join our guests again?”

Madison rolls her eyes. “Well, duh! I’m ready now. I can’t wait for everyone to see this outfit.” She twirls in the flowery dress, and the movement of air that creates sends the scent of her perfume my way.

It’s pretty.

But it doesn’t make my knees melt like the warm aroma of Logan’s smoky cologne.

I’m dead. I’m so fucking dead. I’m getting married on Sunday and all I can think is that I want to see him again.

Ann walks in front of us, leading the way. “I just don’t think it’s possible to change your sexuality on a whim. If she could, she would have married my brother. He’s a great guy.”

I feel as if there’s a massive ball sitting in my throat, blocking the air flow, but when Madison rises and takes my arm, I lead her to the door, and then out to the hallway, toward the soothing sound of the jazz music played on the piano.

Despite the fancy surroundings, I feel like I’m walking to my own funeral.

And as Madison laughs, I realize that this sound will soon start to bother me.

Does it mean I’m a bad person?

I don’t think I am.

I didn’t imagine any of this when I proposed over a year ago. I can’t even fully explain why I did it. I’m impulsive. We went for a lovely night out, high on the excitement of getting to know each other better, and one thing led to another. She told me she wished the night would never end. So I one-upped her by saying she was my forever, and the next thing I knew, I proposed.

I didn’t even have a ring.