The Wedding Loop
I was sound asleep the night before the wedding when a video call from my best friend, Eve, came in.
“Aisling, my wedding’s starting in half an hour. Where is my maid of honor?”
I pulled back the curtains and stared in resignation at the still night at one in the morning.
“Eve, what are you talking about? It’s not even dawn. Who gets married in the wee hours? You’re working overtime as my alarm clock.”
It was a pause on the line until Eve’s camera shifted to the blue skies behind the groom.
“Are you still asleep, Aisling? It’s morning.
“Our families have arrived. Everyone’s waiting on you. Get here quickly.”
The call ended, and I snapped awake.
Judging by the family members caught in the frame of the camera, it didn’t seem like a prank.
The wedding venue was downstairs in the hotel ballroom, so the time difference didn’t make sense at all.
Just in case, I put on my maid-of-honor dress and made haste to the venue.
Right after I stepped out of my room, a drunk guest mistook me for an escort. During a struggle, he stabbed me to death.
When I came to, I was back to the moment just before Eve FaceTimed me.