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…

she couldn’t take it anymore.

Standing outside the suite, hearing their laughter, Emma finally broke.

Maybe Sophie had outgrown her.

Maybe their friendship had only mattered to one person.

Maybe she had spent years clinging to a relationship that existed only in memory.

She wiped her eyes.

Then she heard something that made her freeze.

“…she’s going to continue reading …