The night before my wedding, I heard my bridesmaids through the hotel wall: “Spill wine on her dress, lose the rings, whatever it takes – she doesn’t deserve him.” My maid of honor laughed “I’ve been working on him for months.” I didn’t confront them. Instead, I rewrote my entire wedding day…

disappear.

Quietly.

Forever.

At 9:15 a.m. someone knocked.

Emma ignored it.

Another knock.

Harder this time.

Then a familiar voice.

“Emma?”

Sophie.

Emma stayed silent.

“Please open the door.”

Nothing.

A pause.

Then:

“If you don’t open this door, I’m getting hotel security.”

Emma sighed.

A minute later she opened it.

Sophie stood outside wearing a white silk robe.

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