My Husband Made Me Bow to His Ex-Wife, Then Cried When I Obeyed

On our wedding day, Conrad Farley told me my fate ran too strong, that it clashed with his mother's, and that the ceremony had to be scaled down to hold back the bad luck.

He turned the car around and decided, on the spot, to switch hotels and trade the crimson gown for pink.

Nothing unsettles me more than downgrading a wedding, but the question I meant to ask came out as a single "Oh."

He smoothed the tassels at my temple.

"Whatever color my wife wears, she's the most beautiful bride. The elders are superstitious. Bear with it, just this once."