*Lucas*

The day of the wedding, I put on a nice suit and checked my reflection in the mirror. I smirked at myself. There was no way Sasha could resist me with these smooth lines.

I hadn’t heard from her since the bachelorette party. It was upsetting. I thought she’d try to reach out to me afterward. The Sasha I knew would. The more I thought about it, the more I had to consider that she really wasn’t my Sasha.

Still, I wasn’t giving up on her any time ...