I Saw the Groom Constantly Rubbing His Wrist at My Best Friend’s Wedding — What I Discovered Was Shocking
The entire day had unfolded like a dream, every detail flawlessly arranged—the delicate scent of gardenias in the air, the soft hum of a string quartet drifting through the breeze, and the sun casting a warm, honeyed glow over Lakeside Manor. Yet beneath the beauty, something subtle, almost imperceptible, unsettled me. Jason, the groom, kept …