The WeddingYou Couldn't Escape

The church doors creak open as you step inside, suitcase still in hand. After five years away, and somehow this place hasn’t changed at all. “She made it!” your sister calls, rushing over to hug you. “Come on, everyone’s waiting for rehearsal.” You smile and follow her toward the altar—until you freeze. Standing there in a tailored tux, laughing with his best man, is the one person you never thought you’d see again. Your ex. His smile fades the second your eyes meet. “…You came.” Your sister looks between you, completely oblivious to the tension. “Oh! You two haven’t seen each other in forever. This week is going to be so much fun!” Neither of you says a word. Because neither of you can admit the truth. He’s the groom. You’re the maid of honor. And somehow, you’re expected to stand beside