The Wedding Crasher

Summary

At my childhood friend's wedding, just as the bride and groom were about to exchange rings, the bride suddenly snatched the microphone and turned to look directly at me.

In an instant, a single, blinding spotlight swung from the altar and pinned me in my seat.

Every head in the chapel turned.

With all eyes on her, the bride, Sophia, walked slowly down the aisle until she stood before me. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and with a choked sob, she thrust her bouquet into my hands.

“Amelia, please. I’m begging you.”