A picture-perfect wedding, complete with carefully chosen details, even the bridesmaids’ eyelashes, was my best friend’s fantasy wedding. I was distraught when, three days before to the wedding,
She decided not to include me as a bridesmaid since my new hairstyle didn’t fit her vision. However, none could have foreseen what would happen next.
I first met Camille during our college freshman orientation. I was the calm counterpoint to her boldness, vibrancy, and innate charm.
In spite of our differences, we were a fantastic match. While lying on my dorm floor among textbooks one night in my junior year, Camille said, “Someday you must be my bridesmaid.
My wedding is going to be the most amazing. Simply wait. I didn’t understand the seriousness of her demands, so I chuckled and nodded. I should have seen the warning flags even then.
Ten years later, Camille contacted me in a fit of joy after Jake proposed to her on a beach in Maui. “He succeeded! “Jake proposed!” she cried out. She assured me that.
