Maid of Honor for My Fiancé

Summary

My boyfriend and my best friend were sworn enemies. By some cruel cosmic joke, they shared the exact same birthday.

To prevent an all-out war, I had spent the last four years dividing September sixth into two neat, exhausting halves: morning at Patrick’s place whipping up his favorite scratch-made buttermilk waffle breakfast, afternoon at Mallory’s blowing out candles over red velvet cake.

This year, just like every other, I arrived at Patrick’s apartment early in the morning, key in hand.