CASSANDRA
I thought my skin may catch fire. Fabio was the most at ease he had ever been as he sat next to me in the car, browsing through emails on his phone.
I had gone upstairs when the rehearsal descended into mayhem and dry humping at the altar to change, wash my face, and take a few minutes to gather my composure.
I wanted to find another issue to rant at him about once I was back next to him, though. I yearned to engage in another fierce, drawn-out battle.
Unfortunately, we had both agreed to the dumb f*****g abstinence rule and fighting meant s*x.
Instead, we sat in solemn quiet, a dense cloud of the catastrophic rehearsal's memory separating us.
Without looking at me, he cleared his throat and questioned, "Did you bring your pills?"
I swatted the phone out of his fingers as
