I didn't mean to ruin her wedding. Not in the way everyone thinks, at least.
I wasn't drunk. I wasn't jealous. I didn't make a scene.
But I did kiss the bride. And she kissed me back. In her gown. Hours before she walked down the aisle.
And maybe that's worse.
It started with a knock on the bridal suite door.
I wasn't supposed to be there. Maid of honor or not, that room wasn't mine to enter alone. But when I saw her name shaking on the screen of my phone Nina (Bride) I didn't hesitate.
"Come," she called from inside, her voice softer than usual.
The room was glowing in gold afternoon light. Her veil lay untouched on the bed. Her heels... those ridiculous white stilettos she swore she'd never wear were still in the box. And Nina… Nina was in her silk robe, standing in front of the f
