While I was falling in love, Tim was watching, observing, and staying quiet. I told myself he just needed time.
“How do you feel about Carolyn moving in permanently?” I asked him one night, my heart racing as I awaited his response.
He shrugged, his eyes fixed on his dinner plate.
“Whatever makes you happy, Dad.”
It wasn’t exactly enthusiasm, but it wasn’t rejection either. I took it as a win.
When I proposed to Carolyn six months later, Tim stood beside us, his face unreadable as she said yes through tears of joy.
The wedding day arrived on a perfect spring afternoon. The chapel was small and warm, filled with candlelight and fresh flowers.
Our guests, a modest gathering of close friends and family, smiled as I stood at the altar, waiting.
And then she appeared.
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