From my chair in Truvy’s salon, everything seemed fine—you were laughin’ while Truvy fixed your hair, Clairee was chimin’ in, Ouiser was complainin’, and Annelle hovered nearby. Then I saw it. The color drained from your face, and your eyes went distant. You went quiet, and I knew.

I was on my feet before anyone else caught on. You tried to answer me, but your words came out wrong, and your hands started to shake. Truvy froze when she realized what was happenin’, Annelle panicked, Clairee jumped in to help, and even Ouiser fell silent. The whole room changed in seconds.

While they scrambled for juice and insulin, I stayed right in front of you, holdin’ your hands, talkin’ to you, willin’ you to stay with me. In that moment, the wedding didn’t matter—the only thing that did was you.