My Bridesmaid Stole My Marriage

Summary

This was my fifth wedding. Or, more accurately, my fifth attempt at one.

The groom, Logan, was late. Again.

My phone buzzed on the vanity, a push notification from a local trending thread: “Now that you’ve finally landed the guy you’ve pined after for years, what’s the most reckless thing you’ve done?”

The original poster had answered her own prompt: “Become his wife, obviously. And steal him away from his ‘best friend’s’ wedding. Five times and counting.”

She added a follow-up: “We just finished in the bridal suite. It was world-shifting.”