My fiancé died before our wedding — three months later, his mother spotted me at another wedding and immediately tried to hide.

That morning, another florist I sometimes worked with called in sick and asked if I could cover a wedding for her.

I agreed.

A few hours later, I was arranging flowers at a reception venue I’d never worked at before when I noticed a familiar woman near the entrance.

Colleen.

I almost called out to her.