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…

“You weren’t supposed to hear any of that.”

Emma laughed.

“Obviously.”

“No.”

Sophie stepped closer.

“You weren’t supposed to hear it because it was for you.”

Emma stared.

“What?”

“It was for you.”

Emma didn’t understand.

Sophie grabbed her hand.

“Come with me.”

“I’m not going.”

“You are.”

“Sophie—”

“Please.”

Something in her voice stopped Emma.

Not anger.

Not frustration.continue reading …