|Katherine|
[“But… how are you already married, Miss Kat?”]
Noel’s voice broke the silence that had lingered between us for a few seconds too long. His question was gentle, tentative—almost as if he wasn’t sure he had the right to ask. But it hit me like a stone to the chest all the same.
I exhaled a heavy sigh.
“I went to the wrong church, Noel,” I said quietly, each word tasting surreal as it left my mouth.
There was a pause. And then—bit by bit—I began to tell him everything. From the moment the driver took a wrong turn, to the vows I accidentally exchanged with a complete stranger, to the overwhelming chaos that followed. I expected him to ask questions, to react—maybe even to laugh at the absurdity of it all.
But he didn’t. Noel just listened. Silently. Patiently. As if he knew
