On my wedding day, I was just about to take my boyfriend's arm and walk down the aisle when my best friend Vivian came rushing over, dragging her wedding gown behind her. "Anna, my fiancé bailed on the wedding—I need to borrow your husband for a sec. Don't worry, my ceremony's right next door. I'll give him back the second it's over!" The room went dead silent. I was about to say no when Zach had already taken Vivian's hand. "I'll go help her get through her ceremony and be right back." Something in my chest twisted as I looked at him. "Zach, our wedding starts in ten minutes. You're really going?" Before I could finish, he shook my hand off. "Anna, don't be so selfish. Tell the guests we're pushing it back half an hour. I'll be back as soon as I help Vivian out." Watching my boyfriend and my best friend walk off together, I was suddenly just tired. Three years of dating, and every time Vivian fought with her boyfriend, Zach was the one who came running to comfort her. And I was the one who had to swallow it and wait. All at once, the whole thing felt pointless. Quietly, I sent a text to my childhood friend—the one who'd been after me for ten years. Anna: My wedding's at noon. Short one groom. You in? He wrote back instantly. Chris: Wait for me. I'll be there, right on time.