She was… gentle. It caught me by surprise, and I wondered what she was up to. Maybe she was trying to salvage the relationship? It was too little, too late.
"I'm going to the wedding with or without you. Whether you show up or not is your business, not mine."
…
I was welcoming the guests on the day of our wedding, and things were going well until it was time to exchange vows.
The moment I exchanged rings with Sylvie, a commotion broke out. It was Sophie. She showed up.
She pushed the crowd away and walked up to us, staring at us like we'd just become gods or grown six snake heads.
"How could you—I thought you said this was your friend's wedding, Christopher!"
I smiled at her. "It is. As far as I'm concerned, a girlfriend is a friend as well."
Thunderstruck, she stumbled backward. Tears fell down her cheeks, and she jabbed me with a finger. "Why?" she asked loudly. "We were supposed to get married, so why'd you take another woman's hand? You'd throw us away for… for this? We had
