I don’t know how long I stay huddled up on the floor, but eventually, I uncurl myself and stand up on trembling legs. Looking at the clock on the wall, I see almost an hour and a half has gone by since I left the wedding. And there’s still no sign of Finn.

Did he go home with the sophisticated, leggy blonde? Is he with her right now? Did I really mean so little to him?

Of course, I did. I’ve never meant anything to anyone, why would he be any different?

I stumble forward, ready to burn this damn dress and hide under the covers, but then the back...