Lisa's POV

The groom of the day is waiting for the bride patiently on the bridal arbor as I enter the church and make my way slowly toward the altar without the best woman but with my arms around my grandmother's.

I have a veil over my face and am carrying flowers. I've dropped my head in shame and remorse.

I regret not having this as my dream. The embarrassment of doing this and not having the guts to cancel last-minutely, explain the situation to Grandma and wait for the right guy for me.

the guy who would be eagerly anticipating having me as his wife and waiting for him...