When I came down the next morning, the couch was empty, the bedding neatly folded. The bathroom door was shut, and I heard the shower running. I had dressed in jeans and a dark-blue T-shirt after a quick shower upstairs. My short honey-blond hair was damp and curling from the humidity. I hardly looked like a woman who planned to be married shortly, I reflected. Of course, try to tell Brian Adam that. His suspicious mind would reason that I was merely trying to trick him and perhaps had a wedding gown on underneath her outfit.

I wasn't type to wear much makeup, I had taken the time to cover...