“And who is Ethan going to comfort?” Vanessa asked.

“The hysterical bride crying in a ruined dress, or the calm maid of honor trying to fix it?”

“You’re terrible,” Kendra said.

“I’m just taking what belongs to me,” Vanessa said.

“Ethan has been mine since college.

She just got in the way.”

The red numbers on my screen turned over to three minutes and fifty seconds.

“Let’s get another drink from downstairs,” Kendra said.