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…

love it.”

One of the women spoke.

Emma couldn’t see who.

Another voice laughed.

“I hope she doesn’t find out before tomorrow.”

More laughter.

A third voice replied.

“It took months to put together.”

Emma felt her stomach twist.

They were talking about her.

Of course they were.

Who else?

Months?

A surprise?

What surprise?

The answer came quickly.

“We found everything.continue reading …