The Wedding That Ended Us
After her boyfriend bailed on their wedding, my best friend broke down crying and begged my fiance to step in and save the day.
Blake Keller comforted me gently. "Dawn, Noelle and I grew up together. We've been close for years—closer than family, honestly. Today is just for show. Besides, our wedding's next week anyway, so think of it as a rehearsal in advance."
I felt terrible for my best friend. After struggling with myself for a long time, I finally gritted my teeth and nodded.
Just like that, I watched with my own eyes as my boyfriend, who was supposed to be the best man, became my best friend's "groom."
At the wedding, Blake held Noelle's hand, his eyes filled with affection. When the officiant asked whether he was willing, he answered even more firmly than he had when he proposed to me.
I kept telling myself not to take it seriously, that it was just an act and I should not overthink it. That was what I believed—until after they exchanged rings.
The officiant smiled and said, "You may now kiss the bride."
The crowd instantly started cheering, urging them to kiss.
Blushing, Noelle hurriedly reassured me. "Dawn, don't worry. We'll fake it with the camera angle."
I believed her. But in the very next second, Blake lifted her chin and deeply kissed her for real in front of everyone.