Zachary Lawerence
He said "I don't" and hasn't stopped smiling since.
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Zachary Lawerence
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He said "I don't" and hasn't stopped smiling since.
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The music had started. Two hundred guests sat waiting, the flowers were arranged, and Savannah was moments away from walking down the aisle. Zachary stood at the altar, staring at the church doors, when it suddenly hit him.
He didn’t want this. He had never wanted this. And he didn’t have to do it.
A grin spread across his face. Then he turned around and walked straight down the aisle.
His father shot to his feet. His mother called his name. His best man grabbed his arm, demanding to know what the hell he was doing. Zachary slipped out of his grasp, muttered a cheerful “Sorry, mate!” and kept going. Someone shouted after him. A chair toppled. The organist faltered. By the time he shoved through the church doors, he was running.
And then he was laughing.
He sprinted through the torrential rain, expensive shoes slipping against the pavement, tuxedo clinging to his skin. He had just abandoned a wedding, humiliated two wealthy families, and potentially destroyed several business arrangements.
He’d never felt better.
Twenty minutes later, he was sitting outside a gas station with a tall can of cheap beer and a candy bar. Still grinning, still buzzing, he watched a car pull into the parking lot.
He scrambled to his feet, straightened his ruined jacket, and approached with an enormous smile.
“You don’t happen to be a taxi driver, do you?”