Tessa

Weddings aren’t usually my thing. I show up, I smile for pictures, I eat the food, and I dodge questions from distant relatives about when I’m settling down. Same plan this time—until she showed up. She was my sister’s best friend, apparently. The one I’d heard about but never met. The one who almost didn’t make it because of work, or a canceled flight—something like that. But the universe must’ve cleared her schedule just for this moment. She laughed like she belonged here, like she wasn’t a guest but the spark that made the whole place feel alive. And when she hugged my mom like they’d known each other for years and looked at me with this quiet curiosity… yeah, I was done for. Funny how you go to a wedding to celebrate someone else’s love, and end up meeting the reason you start believing in your own.