The Man She Called "Boring"

ve vases. A string quartet played softly. Hundreds of guests, a mix of my family's busin

ion on their faces. Jennifer' s parents, the Chavezes, looked particularly bewildered, whispering frantically to each other. My

e with a questioning glance. I gave him a s

to witness the union of Etha

the guests. Phones were immediat

e, tasteful bands Molly and I had agreed were jus

't do it! We b

learly trying to look the part of a romantic hero. He scanned the front, his eyes searching for Jennifer. He

Her hair was a mess, her makeup was smudged from crying, and she was clutching her

front of us, he

E doing here?" she shrieked, poi

ught I would spend my life with, and

the officiant's microphone. "I believe you know all about makin

ce wen

man, Mark. "Now wo

ssive screens on either side of the altar, meant for a r

ing, tangled with Tyrone's tattooed hand on a motel bed. The cap

s friends looked at her in horror. Her parents look

wasn't

o Motel" on the outskirts of town. The timestamp was from yesterday afternoon. It showed J

w of her Finsta post

he music, but my life

t but boring

til I'm locked in

d for everyone to see. The entire sto

s happening finally crashed down on her. Her public persona, her carefully cra

panic. The arrogance was gone, replac

'm sorry! I made a stupid mistake! It didn't mean anything

just looked at her, my

ard slightly. Her voice was not loud, bu

ennifer," she said coolly.

e band on her finger. The statement was