Page 27 of Knot Your Bridezilla (High Fructose Corn Syrup Verse #2)

AVRIL

I didn’t say yes, so much as I launched at him, kissing the man I loved like my life depended on it—the man I was going to fucking marry.

Well, fuck yeah!

David pulled away from my kisses, grinning widely. He held my hand gently as he delicately placed my new engagement ring on my ring finger.

I don’t know why I even worried about any of this—it was a perfect fit.

I don’t know what I was doing with my ex, with all of those other awful dates looking for the one… because this. This is what it was supposed to feel like.

Finally, finally, the words and the warnings and everything that I knew kind of clicked at once in my head.

Oh.

This is what my loved ones meant when they were trying to save me from myself or something. How it wasn’t about the wedding itself; it was about the person you were marrying or something like that.

I got it now. I really did.

If love isn’t like this, then I don’t want it.