On my wedding day, the car that was supposed to pick me up went to the airport instead. When I video-called my fiancé, I found his childhood sweetheart sitting in my seat, wearing a wedding dress. Ethan Cole adjusted her veil with one hand. "I'm taking Chloe to the venue first. You'll have to get a cab." For a few seconds, I couldn't speak. "It's my wedding day." "With her illness, Chloe might never get a wedding of her own," he said, lowering his voice. "She just wanted a ride in the wedding car. I couldn't say no." On my screen, Chloe Harper leaned against his shoulder, her wedding dress stark white. "It's just a ride to the venue. You're still the one I'm marrying. Luna, don't be petty. She's sick." He hung up before I could answer. Then he let her have the rest of my wedding, too. I stood outside the ballroom and watched him take Chloe's hand and lead her down the aisle I had decorated myself. As the music swelled, I took off my veil and called Nathan Brooks. "You once said you'd marry me. Does that offer still stand?" He'd given her my wedding. He might as well be her groom too.