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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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the bed, convinced I must have misunderstood, until another bridesmaid asked, “You really think he’d go for you?”

Vanessa answered without hesitation. “He already almost did. Men like Ethan don’t marry girls like Olivia unless they want someone safe. I’m just trying to correct his mistake.”

I clamped a hand over my mouth.

Olivia. Me.

My wedding. My maid continue reading …

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