They laughed and egged each other on.

I took the folded slips, thinking they’d be wishes for my happiness.

But the moment I opened the first one, I froze.

Ethan’s only marrying you out of pity. The one he actually loves is Claire.

Claire Morgan. My best friend. Three hours earlier, she’d been crying on the phone, apologizing.

Something about a last-minute business trip. She couldn’t make it to my wedding.

Hands trembling, I kept unfolding the rest.