Victor found me leaning over the railing while I cried.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Nothing …it’s stupid.”
“It’s not stupid if it upsets you like this,” he insisted. “Talk to me, my love.”
“Amy wants me to be her maid of honor, and she sent me a photo of the wedding dress she wants,” I said. “It’s the same dress I chose for our wedding that we had to cancel.”
Victor nodded and held me close. “That’s not stupid. Why don’t you tell Amy that’s the dress you chose? I’ll bet she’ll pick another dress because she loves you.”
“I don’t want to spoil her wedding,” I insisted.
“Sweetheart, you can’t be her maid of honor if everything about her wedding makes you cry.”
“I know,” I agreed. “Being jealous of Amy makes me feel terrible. But I can’t seem to stop.”
“Tal
