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…

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Sophie smiled.

“A letter.”

“From Grandma?”

“No.”

The audience stood.

One by one.

A man stepped forward from the back row.

Emma turned.

The breath left her body.

Daniel.

The man she had loved for seven years.

The man who moved overseas.

The man she believed she would never see again.

He smiled nervously.

Holding an envelope.

Emma looked at Sophie.

Then Daniel.

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