Jack checked his watch. It was ten minutes to three and his bride would be arriving anytime in the next fifteen minutes. He paced the vestry, his hands on his hips and his head tilted back.
He’d asked Bobby to go out and wait for him, wanting a few minutes to himself. He knew that all of his friends and family were out there, waiting to watch him commit the rest of his life to one woman. The woman who he’d had an on again off again relationship with since high school.
He did love her, he’d always loved her, but only now was he beginning to second guess his feelings of actually being in love with her. He’d never understood the difference before now. He’d always thought that if you loved someone, that was it. There was only one kind of love and he’d thought that he had that with her, but he was now realising that he didn’t. He knew that people had said he was too much of a ladies’ man to settle down with one woman and he had to wonder if he was doing this just to prove them wrong.
Sighing deeply, Jack had never been more confused in his whole life. At 36, his parents, especially his mother, had been nagging him to settle down. They both thought that Allie was the perfect choice for him. They knew everything that there was no know about each other so there would be no surprises down the line.
He remembered when he’d told his parents about the wedding. His mother had been over the moon. She’d had a permanent smile on her face and insisted on a short engagement. In fact, it had only been three months since he’d broken the news to them. Everything had gone by so quickly. He’d left most of the planning down to his mother and Allie, with him only really getting involved when it came to choosing the best man, ushers and the suits.
His father had helped him a great deal, as had Bobby, but he got the distinct impression that his father hadn’t been as happy about the engagement as his mother had. He’d never asked him about it, but he knew.
As he turned for what felt like the hundredth time, he faced the window and saw the wedding car pull up outside the church. He recognised Allie’s father as he stepped out the car and walked around to open the other door. He watched as Allie stepped out, her ivory silk dress flowing around her body.
As he looked at her, he knew. There was only one woman that he loved, and it wasn’t the one he was about to marry.
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