I held my breath, pressed flat against the cool hardwood floor beneath the enormous mahogany bed, barely stifling a laugh. The white wedding dress, which I still hadn’t changed out of since the ceremony, billowed around me like a cloud, the veil tangled in the box springs above my head. If Marcus sees me like this, looking like a tiny angel climbing out from under the bed, he’s going to have a heart attack, I thought, picturing my new husband walking into the room. He’d search every corner, calling out worriedly until I burst out yelling, “Surprise!” And we’d laugh until we cried, just like in the old days.
