Seven weeks later, my house was packed with everyone I loved. My parents stood by the appetizer table. Carrie kept shooting me excited glances from across the room. Evan’s parents had flown in from Arizona, and his younger brother, Jeff, had shown up early to help me set chairs and arrange the gift table. Evan worked the crowd like he always did—shaking hands and making people laugh, being the charming husband I’d fallen for six years ago. I watched him from the kitchen doorway and felt my heart swell. Tonight, I was going to make him the happiest man alive.
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