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

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.”

I stared at Colleen.

Adrian had an older brother, Julian.

Of course.

This must be his wedding.

Julian and I had always gotten along well.

He had been quieter than Adrian, but he was kind to me.

At holidays, he was usually the person helping me carry dishes into the kitchen while everyone else argued over football.

I won’t lie — it hurt a little that he hadn’t invited me.

But after Adrian’s death, I’d barely spoken to his family.