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…

Eight years old.

Gap-toothed smiles.

Completely inseparable.

On the back was a handwritten note.

Remember this day. We’re going to be best friends forever.

Tears rolled down Emma’s cheeks.

Sophie kept talking.

“For the last year I’ve been collecting everything.”

“The bridesmaids helped.”

Emma looked up.

“The bridesmaids?”

“They tracked down teachers.”

She opened continue reading …