My Best Friend Never Grew Past Age Eight, and No One Believed He’d Find Love — But I Did

wedding day, he disappeared.

Zahara, my maid of honor, found me while my hair was being pinned.

“Noah locked himself in the dressing room.”

I stood up so fast the stylist nearly dropped the curling iron.

At the dressing-room door, I knocked.

“Noah?”

There was no answer.

I tried the handle.

It was locked.

“Open the door.”

“I need a minute.”

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