My Best Friend Refused To Be My Bridesmaid On My Wedding Day Until Her Reason Left Me Sobbing

make sense a second time.

“I won’t repeat it twice,” Marcy said quietly. “Once was hard enough to get through, and I know you heard me the first time.”

I looked at my own reflection in the mirror, half laced, the back of the dress still hanging open where Emma had run out to check the flower arrangements before finishing the ties. My mascara had already continue reading …