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…

her favorite.

“What is this?” Emma asked.

Sophie smiled softly.

“Open it.”

Emma hesitated.

Then untied the ribbon.

Inside were hundreds of envelopes.

Photographs.

Cards.

Drawings.

Notes.

Memory books.

Ticket stubs.

Birthday messages.

School photos.

Everything from their childhood.

Everything.

Emma felt tears forming again.

But for a different reason.

“What is this?”

Sophie continue reading …