And standing beside him was Gemma.

My best friend of over a decade.

She was wearing a white bridal gown.

She was holding a bouquet of white roses.

And on her finger was the diamond ring I had personally helped Andrew pick out, under the story that he was sending it away to be resized.

I stood in the doorway, and the whole room seemed to tilt.

The two people in that hall who had known me longest and best — the man I was going to marry and the friend who was supposed to stand beside me while I did it — had simply traded me out, in my own gown, in front of everyone I knew.