The Missing Ring Box Mishap

The exact moment I knew I should've worried was when my groom said, “Don’t worry,

I’ll handle it.” He was in charge of one thing: the ring box. He took care of

it so well that he forgot it in the Uber. So there he is, standing at the

altar, patting his pockets like a man checking for missing snacks. My cousin had to

sprint outside like it was a Marvel mission. He came back holding the box like he’d

just rescued a bomb. And that’s the story of why I’ll never trust him with anything serious again.