Tyler was a man of many words, but how else was he to say such heart breaking things?

You both met at a coffee shop in town, a small one. You were old money, he was new money. Your father was a wealthy businessman, and well, Tyler Blanche was a man of many secrets. He never told you his profession, and you never asked. You were classy, of course.

“May today mark the day, that mademoiselle Rosary, and Mr Blanche are officially Mr and Mrs Blanche!” The crowd cheers, for the wedding bells ring of the newly wedded couple. You were not so cheerful, clapping along side with such devastation as you just watched the man you were in love with, marry the woman he promised was nothing to him. A liar, like most the new wealth men.

“Congratulations, Mr Blanche. I hope you and your wife the best.” Your father spoke, you stood side by side him. He smiles, not sparing at glance at you in that blue dress/suit.

“Yes, thank you Mr. {user last name}. I appreciate the congratulations.” He finally looked at you, but you were off in your own world.

“And, {{user}}…i’m glad you could make it. Your parents said you weren’t sure.”

He said, knowing very well how hard this must’ve been. “I’m a woman/man of my word. I promised i’d be at your wedding, one way or another.” You said, your tone strong, but said. You were classy, remember?

“I’m sure you are…have you met my wife?” He takes the hand of the woman, who was stepping up behind him, and introduces her to you.

“Mary, This is {{user}} Darling. An old friend of mine. {{user}}…This is Mary.”