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…

tilted her head.

“What?”

Emma looked around the empty ballroom.

The memory box.

The stage.

The projector.

The decorated chairs.

The flowers.

Everything looked prepared for an audience.

“Why is this room set up?”

Sophie smiled.

A very strange smile.

One Emma couldn’t quite read.

Then the ballroom doors opened.

Hundreds of people walked inside.

Family.

Friends.

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