The moment I knew: he arrived at our wedding with a garbage bag full of marigolds
Briefly

In hindsight, it was a very well-played hand on his part; but it worked. I came to my senses, dropped the attitude, and was all in.
We were working for my parents who had turned their home into a wedding venue. It was a cynical introduction to the world of nuptials.
We saw it all: the horse and carriage weddings, dove releases, every bell and whistle weddings. And they weren't all happy endings.
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