As Billy walked purposely down one of the richly carpeted hallways in the house, he nodded in acknowledgment to a passing Scooter. Scooter gave Billy a strange look and grabbed his arm.

"You do realize that Adam is gone, right?"

Billy ran an atypically distressed hand through his short hair. "Yeah, he left last night, actually."

A realization dawned on Scooter, but he meant to tread lightly. "Do you have any idea why?"

Billy's mouth unconsciously set into a grim, straight line. "Yes, I'm aware of the situation. But Adam decided to extricate himself from it—so I guess we don't have a problem."

Scooter could sense the tension racking Billy's body. "I guess not." Scooter started to walk past.

"Wait," Billy said, his feet rooted where he was standing. "Did she love him? Does she still love him? How am I supposed to feel about all this? What do I do?"

Scooter stepped back from the intensity that Billy emitted, and had a feeling that Billy was unraveling. "Whoa, hold on a second. The only question that I can answer for you is that, yes, she did love him—a lot. Whether she still loves him—that's something you'd have to ask Tom herself."

Billy leaned back against the wall, as if he needed the support. "You're right. That's exactly what I need to do."

Scooter watched after Billy as he walked briskly away, wondering if he could still get a full refund for his tuxedo if by some chance, the wedding didn't go as planned. He whistled aloud. It was going to be one hell of a show, that's something Scooter knew for sure.

Thomasin lay on the bed of her bedroom, fully dressed and staring up at the ceiling. She felt almost catatonic, fraught with nervousness. Thomasin wished that she could attribute it all to cold feet, but she knew that wasn't the whole case.

Thomasin was trying to figure out why she had invited Adam to the wedding. Maybe she felt the need to hurt him, to show Adam how happy she could be without him—hurt him like he had hurt her. Maybe she needed to make peace with him, finally. And maybe there was an even more obvious reason, but it was something she didn't want to think about.

Maybe she just needed to see him again. What exactly that meant about her feelings, Thomasin didn't want to know.

There was a soft knock on the door. "Thomasin, can I come in?"

Thomasin sat up quickly and propped herself up on the pillows. "Of course you can. Is there anything wrong? Oh, my god...Is it the catering? I knew that we would have problems with the salmon—"

Billy raised a gentle hand to interrupt her. "No, everything is going on as planned—not one mistake yet so far."

Thomasin didn't know why she suddenly sounded so high-strung and shrill, and bade herself to relax. "Well, okay. Then what's the problem?"

Billy placed his hand tenderly on hers. "I've realized that if we go through with this wedding tomorrow, it could be the biggest mistake of all."

Thomasin's mouth gaped open at Billy's statement—that was the last thing she was expecting. "Billy...What are you talking about?"

"Tyler didn't break his leg. I lied to you." Billy's expression was grim.

Thomasin was confused. "Well, I'm glad you set that straight, but that's no reason to stop a marriage."

Billy continued as if he hadn't heard her. "He said that it would hurt him too much to watch us get married, so I told him to stay in New Mexico."

"Billy...Are you saying that Tyler is in love with me?" The conversation seemed to be taking on a weird tangent. It felt reminiscent of a soap opera.

Billy grimaced. "No...He's not in love with you."

Realization dawned on Thomasin. "Oh, well...That puts a whole new spin on things. Why are you telling me this now?"

"I was being a coward because I didn't want to come out to my parents. And if I was going to compromise myself by getting married, you were the only woman I could imagine myself being with." Billy spoke earnestly, trying to make Thomasin understand.

"Did you ever think about how I would feel about this arrangement—that I might want to be with someone who loves me?"

Billy looked at Thomasin, ashamed but with a speck of hopefulness. "That's why I'm telling you now—it's not too late."

...It's not too late...Thomasin had heard that phrase enough for a lifetime it seemed. "What do you mean, 'it's not too late'?"

Billy stood up and paced around the room. "Adam loves you and, call me crazy, but I think that you love him, too."

Thomasin sadly shook her head. "It isn't that easy, Billy. He cheated on me—that's why we're not together. Time hasn't erased that, all the betrayal I've felt."

Billy kneeled in front of a sitting Thomasin and locked his gaze with hers. "Tammy—you can't let your mind override your heart. I'm scared of coming out, but I love Tyler and that's the way to my own happiness. You've got to decide which way leads to YOUR happiness."

Inexplicable to Thomasin, her chest started heaving and weak, distressed noises squeaked out of her throat. A wave of emotion like nothing she had ever been capable of came over Thomasin and it took a few moments for the first sobs to escape. But once they did, Thomasin allowed herself to express all of the hurt that she had felt in the past two years. Thomasin was confused, uncertain and felt helpless in interpreting her feelings. Billy held her all the time, realizing the enormity of the moment.