The thought made my heart ache. They played games repeatedly on our wedding day and he never won once. Did they really think I was a fool?
I recalled the last time they bet on who could sprint a hundred meters and snatch my wedding dress first.
Hudson, standing at six feet tall with broad shoulders and long legs, stumbled and fell with a thud a meter away from the finish line. Meanwhile, Lola snatched the wedding dress just a step ahead and exclaimed joyfully, "Mr. Lenart, you always lose to me. Are you deliberately not wanting to marry Miss Herrera?"
"How about I wear this wedding dress and blow your mind?" Lola offered.
That day, Hudson's eyes sparkled as he said affectionately, "Fine. Since you won, the dress is yours."
His explanation to me that day was, "There's no wedding dress now, so let's postpone the ceremony. I'm a man of my word. If I lost the bet, I lost, I can't go back on my promise."
That day, he could have easily reached out and handed me the wedding dress.
That day, I could've become his wife in just one second.
That day was the closest I had ever been to happiness.