Canceled Weddings. I'm Done Being Your Perfect Bride

For our eighteenth wedding attempt, Julian yanked his hand away on the spot. All because I took one second too long to slide the ring onto his finger.

The disappointment in his eyes cut like broken glass.

"You know I'm a perfectionist, Ellie. Why can't you ever hit your cue on the first try?"

"If you're going to miss your mark again next time, maybe Serena should just marry me instead."

My best friend, Serena, was a self-proclaimed queen of punctuality. Julian always used her as the gold standard to judge me.