And then, in a wedding dress boutique, I heard two women talking behind a veil rack.
“Walter?” one of them said. “He’s going to marry her? The same Walter who dumped his last girlfriend because she wasn’t rich enough?”
The second woman scoffed.
“His parents made him clean up this time. Lucky her… if she doesn’t figure out what a gold digger he actually is.”
The dress slipped out of my hands.
My best friend Hillary asked if I was okay, and I lied so fast I almost believed myself.
But the doubt was planted.
And once it’s there… you don’t “unhear” it.
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