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…

said absolutely not.

Public speaking terrified her.

She hated attention.

She hated crowds.

“You were asking me?”

Sophie nodded.

“I was trying to figure out whether you’d be comfortable being maid of honor.”

Emma sat down heavily.

“Oh.”

For the first time, a terrifying possibility entered her mind.

Maybe she had misunderstood everything.

Sophie continued.

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