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…

makeup wasn’t done.

Her hair wasn’t finished.

She looked exhausted.

And worried.

Very worried.

The moment she saw Emma’s face, her expression changed.

“What happened?”

Emma laughed bitterly.

“You tell me.”

Sophie frowned.

“What?”

“You don’t have to pretend.”

“Emma, what are you talking about?”

“The letters.”

Sophie blinked.

“The letters?”

“The ones you’ve all been continue reading …