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…

talked to me.”

“Emma.”

Sophie squeezed her hand.

“They were nervous.”

“Nervous?”

“Because you mattered.”

Emma frowned.

“What does that mean?”

Sophie took a deep breath.

Then said something unexpected.

“You know what every one of them said when I asked who should be maid of honor?”

Emma shook her head.

“They all assumed it was you.”

Emma froze.

“What?”

“They did.”

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