In the end, I saw him for who he was, selfish and cruel. So no, I did not believe for one second that he wanted me at the wedding out of maturity or goodwill.
He wanted me there alone and looking small. It was his way of saying, « Look, we’re getting married, and you are not even seeing anyone yet. »
To him, this would be a validation that he was a good person, and I wasn’t.
He wanted a final victory lap, and I refused to give him the satisfaction of it.
So, I decided that I would go, but not alone, with a man in my arms.
I reached out to Felicity, a contact my colleague gave me when I shared that Adam had invited me to his wedding, expecting me to show up alone. Felicity ran a tiny event staffing agency that mostly handled hosts, greeters, and fake dates for events.
She didn’t even blink when I explained. « Do you want a handsome, built body, or one with both? » she asked over the phone.
« I want one with both, but he must have charisma and be a gentleman. »
« Mmh… I already have one in mind, he is devastatingly handsome, charming, and kind. »
I could already picture Adam’s face as I walked in with this man. He would be surprised to see that I am not as alone as he imagined.
