I Switched the Bride at My Own Wedding

On the day I was supposed to marry my boyfriend, Brian Simmons, the makeup artist came looking for me for the third time.

"Miss Harding, where's your fiancé? He still hasn't gotten his makeup done."

"The ceremony's about to start. We're running out of time."

I left my own makeup unfinished and joined everyone in searching for him. We looked for ages, and in the end I found him in the wedding limo, deep in a two-player match with his childhood friend.

He glanced at all the people crowded around and only said, in that half-hearted way of his, "Let me finish this round.