Spectre wasn't sure Jude was such a good idea either, since she didn't seem like someone who was emotionally available, but he wasn't going to argue with a shattered Deirdre. Deirdre wanted what she wanted at the best of times. And now was definitely the worst. What Deirdre wanted, she was going to get. "We'll bring you to Jude's," he assured her.

"Okay," Deirdre sniffed, leaning her head on Stephie's shoulder. Then she added, "thank you," because it wouldn't do to be impolite.

Deirdre Raines, the new Deirdre, she wasn't impolite. She was heart-broken. And Deirdre was sure that wasn't supposed to be how you changed on your wedding day. You were supposed to grow and mature and join two hearts as one. You were supposed to suddenly be happy. That was how it worked with everyone else, right? She was sure it did.

But after everything, she finally felt different.