Sixty Days of Beautiful Lies

I was famously lazy.

After we got engaged, my fiancé asked me to try on a wedding dress every day and send him a picture.

I took a shortcut and sent him the same photo sixty times.

He never noticed. Every day, right on schedule, he replied, “Beautiful.”

On day sixty-one, I texted, “I ran into Ava at the bridal shop today.”

Three seconds later, a FaceTime call came through.

“Ava has sensitive skin. Don’t let her touch those cheap fabrics.”

When the call ended, I let out a bitter laugh and sent another message.

“We’re getting our marriage license this weekend. Don’t forget your ID.”