“I’m getting married soon,” I told him. “It would mean a lot if you came. And… would you walk me down the aisle?”
His expression softened instantly, emotion catching him off guard.
“I would be honored,” he said.
For a brief second, I almost called him something else. The word hovered on my tongue, but I swallowed it.
We left shortly after.
In the car, Julian glanced at me. “You were going to tell him.”
“I know.”
“Why didn’t you?”
I watched the road ahead, the rhythm of passing lights steady and quiet.
“Because she spent her whole life making sure I never felt like I didn’t belong,” I said. “I’m not going to undo that in one afternoon.”
Julian nodded slowly.
