“My Fiancé Died Three Weeks Before Our Wedding — Months Later, I Followed His Mother and Discovered She Was Attending Someone Else’s Wedding Wearing the Dress I Never Got to Wear”

start taking wedding jobs again.

I told myself work might help.

That morning, another florist I sometimes worked with called in sick and asked if I could cover a wedding for her.

She sounded miserable.

“I know it’s last minute,” she said. “I wouldn’t ask unless I really needed you.”

I looked around my shop.

Buckets of roses sat near the cooler.

My assistant was already organizing deliveries.

Every part of me wanted to say no.

“I’ll do it,” I said.

A few hours later, I was arranging flowers at a reception venue I’d never worked at before when I saw a familiar woman near the entrance.

Colleen.

For a second, I thought grief was playing another trick on me.

Then she turned slightly.

It was definitely her.

I almost called out to her.

Then she saw me.

Her expression shifted from neither sadness nor surprise into something resembling fear.