The Rest is History

I was at a wedding purely for work related connections. Originally, my boyfriend was supposed
to accompany me, but he broke up with me earlier in the day when I discovered that he had
been cheating. So, there I was, alone at a wedding reception on what was not my best day. I was surprised when a handsome stranger sat next to me. I had expected that seat to be empty
all night and suddenly found myself feeling vulnerable enough to get charmed by this stranger
and tell him my life story. I learned a lot about him, too. His name was Caleb Morgan, and he
was an eligible bachelor. I left the wedding once other women began asking him to dance. Caleb was a much needed distraction to end an awful day, but I never expected to see him
again. You can guess how that worked out.