“Did you hear what we were actually talking about?” I asked.

Kendra kept playing with the ends of her hair, wrapping the strands tight around her finger.

“She’s spent months making sure your day is perfect,” Kendra said.

“You’re acting like a completely ungrateful bride.”

Vanessa sniffled and touched Kendra on the arm.

“It’s fine, sweetie,” Vanessa whispered loudly.

“She’s just stressed about the big day.”

I crossed my arms over my chest to keep my hands from shaking.