Chapter 10. Mr. and Mrs. Hayland

I was trying to make myself late again. I was currently standing in the middle of my closet as I tried to decide what I should wear, or rather, I was trying to make Josephine, who was supposed to help me get ready, think I was trying to figure out what I wanted to put on, which was a lie.

I was not thinking of what I would wear because, in the end, I would grab the first outfit my fingers touched. Instead, I was trying to make myself believe that I was getting married today.

My wedding was nothing like I would have imagined it to be if I ever had to think about what my dream wedding would be, because there was no wedding.

It felt useless to get angry over the logical reason why there was no wedding ceremony, but it still irritated me and made my annoyance for Atticus grow.

He didn’t want to have a wedding, so we were just going to be signing the papers, and the lawyers were going to take care of the rest.

Dad had explained to me that Atticus decided not