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…

Desperation.

Ten minutes later Emma stood in a ballroom she had never entered before.

The room was empty.

Rows of chairs faced a small stage.

Sunlight poured through enormous windows.

At the center stood a large wooden box.

Wrapped in blue ribbon.

Emma immediately recognized the color.

The same shade as the robe she wore.

The same shade Sophie had always called continue reading …