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…

every one.

She cried herself to sleep.

The next morning she woke with swollen eyes.

Her phone contained twenty-three unread messages.

One voicemail.

She didn’t listen.

Instead she packed her suitcase.

She decided she wouldn’t attend the wedding.

Not as a bridesmaid.

Not as a guest.

Not at all.

If Sophie wanted a life without her, Emma would make it easy.

She would continue reading …