Three years after my death, my fiancé married my twin sister.
At the wedding, as the bridesmaid, I smiled and handed the rings to them.
No one knows that my ashes are hidden in the bouquet.
The master of ceremonies asked him if he was willing, but he looked at me over the bride, with tears streaming down his face: "Yes."
My sister was leaning happily on his shoulder, while my soul was dissipating little by little in the sunshine.
It wasn't until he grabbed the handful of ashes and refused to let go that I understood——
It turns out that "yes" was spoken to me from beginning to end.
What's even more frightening is that he already knew it was me in the bouquet.
