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…

lingering too long beside him at the engagement party, brushing his sleeve, laughing too loudly at his jokes. I had told myself not to be insecure. I had trusted her because that’s what you do with your maid of honor.

Through the wall, Kendra asked, “What if she finds out?”

“She won’t,” Vanessa said. “She never notices anything until it’s too late.”

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