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…

face as she clutched her chest, trying desperately to stay quiet.

The women inside didn’t notice her.

Or perhaps they did.

And simply didn’t care.

At least, that was what Emma believed.

Emma had known Sophie since childhood.

They had grown up on the same street.

Shared secrets.

Shared dreams.

Shared heartbreaks.

When they were ten years old, they promised each continue reading …