Afterward, we went to the same diner I’d gone to with Dad that day I walked away. We sat in the same booth, even ordered the same pancakes.
When the waitress brought the food, she smiled and said, “Looks like love’s finally been served right.”
I laughed. So did Luis.
It wasn’t the wedding I once imagined. But it was the one that mattered.
Looking back, I sometimes wonder what would’ve happened if I’d walked down that aisle all those years ago. If I’d ignored my gut, ignored my dad, and said “I do” to someone who had already said “I don’t” behind my back.
But I didn’t.
I said no.
I said yes to myself first.
And because of that, I found a better yes later.
