“Pick up, pick up, pick up.” I murmured impatiently as I paced back and forth in our hotel suite. My cell phone clutched in my hand. “Do you think the other bridesmaids know yet?” I heard Camel, my childhood friend's voice from the other end of the room. My eyes were too busy darting around in a bid to stop me from crying , to acknowledge her.“You aren't helping, Camel.” I managed to say despite the invisible lump in my throat. I played with the feathers on the bridal shower robe's hem.The side of my eyes caught her getting up and walking up to me. She got closer, pity in her eyes, and put an arm over my shoulders in a futile bid to calm me down. “Sarah, maybe he's just playing a prank on you before the wedding. You know how guys are. They are goofy and_” “Just stop, Camel!” I cut her off. “Stop trying to make me feel better. You are free to say it now.”“Say what?” She says, confused.“Oh I don't know” I threw my arms in the air. “ ‘I told you so’. And what do you even mean it'
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