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…

she approached.

They had been discussing the memory box.

The text messages that ended abruptly.

Planning details.

The laughter.

The whispers.

The mystery.

Everything.

Emma felt embarrassed.

But something still bothered her.

“Then why did nobody tell me?”

Sophie smiled.

“Because the surprise wasn’t finished.”

She pointed toward the stage.

Emma looked.

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