The aisle is covered in virgin petals; I said red, he wanted white. Eying Martin and his wife, I smile. I did him twice in Paris on their honeymoon.

I nod to Charlotte and her plus one. Should I tell her he’s also one I’ve done? The veil protects my blush: Mildred and Tony—he fucked me while I ate her…not bush, but tush.

The groom, my handsome man. I’ll give him children; at least they’ll be mine.

I wink at Father John and blush again. My man thinks it’s happiness, but no.

It’s the priest’s cum trailing down my thigh.