Surprise It's Not Your Wedding

Summary

I sent the text to my best friend, Sophie, then hopped in the shower. A simple message: We’re getting married next month.

When I got out, my phone, usually quiet, was a bonfire of notifications. The group chat, dormant for weeks, had exploded with 99+ messages.

Curiosity piqued, I opened it.

Everyone was tagging Ethan.

Congrats, man! Eight years, about damn time!

Dude, when did you propose? You kept that locked down tight.

Dibs on best man. I’m calling it now, no arguments.

I frowned. Ethan was getting married? To whom?