My Fiancé Passed Away Before Our Wedding – Three Months Later, I Caught His Mom Sneaking Into Another Wedding

A cold ballroom became warm with greenery and candlelight. A nervous bride could relax the second someone placed a bouquet in her hands.

After Adrian died, I couldn’t even look at a bridal bouquet without thinking about the one I’d chosen for myself.

I stopped accepting weddings.

For weeks, I handled birthdays, corporate events, and sympathy arrangements instead.

Anything but weddings.

Even hearing someone say the word “fiancé” could make my stomach tighten.

But eventually, I had bills to pay.

Grief did not stop rent from being due.

So three months after his funeral, I finally agreed to start taking wedding jobs again.

I told myself work might help.

That morning, another florist I sometimes worked with called in sick and asked if I could cover a wedding for her.

She sounded miserable.

“I know it’s last minute,” she said. “I wouldn’t ask unless I really needed you.”

I looked around my shop.

Buckets of roses sat near the cooler.

My assistant was already organizing deliveries.

“I’ll do it,” I said.

A few hours later, I was arranging flowers at a reception venue I’d never worked at before when I saw a familiar woman near the entrance.

Colleen.

For a second, I thought grief was playing another trick on me.

Then she turned slightly.

It was definitely her.

I almost called out to her.

Then she saw me.

She immediately turned away and disappeared down a side hallway.

That was strange.

Colleen and I hadn’t spoken much since Adrian died, but why would she hide from me?

I followed her.

“Colleen?”

She stopped.

For a second, she just stared at me.

“Meredith?”

She looked nervous.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“I’m working. I’m the florist.”

“Here?”

“Yes. Why?”

Before she could answer, a wedding coordinator hurried toward us.

“Ms. Colleen, we’ve been looking everywhere for you. The groom needs his mother.”