Chapter 1
I took some PTO to be the maid of honor for my bestie.
As soon as I landed, she had the latest iPhone, some Chanel, and a $5,210 "thank you" check waiting for me.
"Consider it a welcome gift. Even though I'm getting hitched, you're still my number one!"
I was so touched I could've cried. Next morning, I was up at the crack of dawn, slid into my bridesmaid dress, and rushed to see her.
Skylar was in the middle of her makeup. She turned around with a huge grin and waved me over, but the second I got close, her face went stone-cold.
"Get the hell out of my wedding, you bitch! NOW!"
I froze.
What the HELL just happened?
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"Skylar, is this some twisted joke? It's your wedding day—stop acting, you're actually freaking me out."
I tried to laugh it off, reaching out to touch her arm, hoping some physical contact would snap her out of this "prank" that was feeling way too real.
But Skylar jerked back. "I'm not joking. Get out, or I'll have security drag you out."
My hand stayed frozen in mid-air. My mind was a complete blank as I scrambled to figure out where I'd messed up.
But even as she picked up her phone to call security, I didn't have a damn clue.
I could barely breathe. "Is it something I did? Is there some local tradition I missed? I'll apologize for whatever it is—just don't be mad."
Skylar was marrying into a family out of state. It made sense that there might be some weird local customs I didn't know about.
Clinging to that like a lifeline, I looked at her with total sincerity.
Skylar grabbed the fan immediately. Thinking there was still a chance, I hurried to say, "I spent forever on that. I actually got blisters from the hot glue. It's exactly your style."
The next second, she slammed the fan onto the floor right in front of me, shattering it into pieces.
She pointed at the door. "Get. Out."
I went back to my room, stripped off the dress, and sent her a text.
"I'm staying at the hotel. If you need me, I'm here."
Red exclamation mark. The message didn't go through, Skylar had blocked me.
I slumped onto the bed. Complete and utter defeat.
I didn't have a single damn clue why.

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