"You look beautiful," he whispered.
His voice was the same. But something underneath it wasn't.
I told myself it was just nerves. Wedding day jitters. Everyone feels strange on their big day.
We exchanged vows. He said all the right words. I said mine. The rings slid on perfectly.
"You may kiss the bride."
He stepped forward and lifted my veil. I looked into his eyes, ready for the kiss that would seal our forever.
And I saw it.
A small scar. Right above his left eyebrow. Pink and faded, like an old wound.