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…

shook her head.

“No.”

Confusion spread across Emma’s face.

Sophie pointed toward the aisle.

Toward the flowers.

Toward the stage.

Toward the crowd.

Then she whispered:

“My wedding is next door.”

Emma stared.

“What?”

Sophie laughed.

“This ceremony isn’t mine.”

The audience began smiling.

Several people were already crying.

Emma felt completely lost.

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