💍Everything was perfect: the dress, the guests, the laughter.
When we exchanged rings, I noticed a scratch on my fiancé’s hand.
“Where did you get hurt?” I whispered.
He turned pale and replied, “It’s nothing, I’ll tell you later.”
But later I overheard his friend talking and realized that the scratch was just the beginning.
And the wedding itself… might not have happened.
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All evening, I caught myself thinking that his hand seemed to burn my gaze. The scratch looked fresh and red, as if it had been made just a few hours ago.
Later, when I went out onto the porch to catch my breath, my fiancé and his friend walked by. I heard fragments of their conversation:
“It’s good that you made it in time…”
“Did anyone notice?”
I froze. My heart was pounding in my temples. I decided to ask him directly.
It turned out that on the morning of the wedding, he had gone to the jewelry store to exchange the rings. The first ones he had ordered happened to be the wrong size. Only his best friend knew about this. He managed to exchange them, but he was in a hurry on the way and dropped the box, cutting his hand on the fence.
He hid it because he was afraid I would think he was careless or irresponsible. But in reality, he wanted everything to be perfect for me on that day.
I looked at his hand, then at the ring sparkling on my finger. And I realized that sometimes a small scratch hides a great deal of care.
