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…

gave out.

“What?”

“She told me to keep it until the day you finally realized how loved you are.”

Emma could barely breathe.

Sophie continued.

“The key opens a safety deposit box.”

Another pause.

“One she left specifically for you.”

Emma stared speechless.

“Inside is every journal she ever wrote about you.”

Tears filled Emma’s eyes again.

“And one more thing.”

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