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…

pause.

“And you never realized how many people chose you back.”

The screen faded to black.

Emma cried openly now.

Sophie sat beside her.

Silent.

Patient.

Waiting.

Finally Emma whispered:

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For assuming the worst.”

Sophie smiled.

“You’re human.”

Emma wiped her eyes.

Then frowned.

“Wait.”

“What?”

“There’s still one thing I don’t understand.”

Sophie continue reading …