The food cart that had been left outside the room included a bowl of apples. I noticed them earlier, but I can't stop staring at them now. One of them's a Granny Smith, and every time I look at it I think "Colby's eyes are that exact color."
I suddenly find myself thinking about Colby-he's so different from any other man I've ever met, including Charlie. The mental toughness instilled in him from his military past belies a boyish charm reserved for women and an incredible kindness brought out around children.
Wait a minute. Am I really fantasizing about another man just before my wedding? What does this mean? All of a sudden, it hits me:
I can't go through with this.
I love Colby too much to marry Charlie.