Wedding Night Blues
When the bride doesn’t show, the groom gets unexpected comfort from an old friend.
“They’re not here,” read the text from my pal Greg that was the first sign of trouble on my wedding day. Greg, a grad student who worked part-time as a limo driver, had gone to pick up my bride Julia and her bridesmaid Marcy from Marcy’s condo. “What do you mean not here?” I texted back, my heart starting to race. “Literally. The girls are gone. The lady next door thinks she heard them leave around noon,” came the reply....