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…

”

“Yes.”

Sophie laughed.

“They kept saying, ‘The childhood best friend, obviously.'”

Emma stared at her.

“But I’m not maid of honor.”

“No.”

Sophie smiled.

“Because you refused.”

Emma blinked.

Then remembered.

Two years earlier.

Sophie had casually mentioned future wedding plans.

Asked if Emma would ever want to give speeches in front of people.

Emma had immediately continue reading …