Flashback
Bubbles piled high in the bath. Mum was washing my hair while May sat beside me, grinning like a maniac with foam stacked on her head.
“I’m going to marry Ryan,” she announced like it was law. “I want a white dress, and Baylee’s going to wear purple to match her eyes. We’ll have fireworks. And a six-tier cake.”
Mum nodded sagely. “Absolutely. Fireworks when you say ‘I do.’ Pretty linen. Twinkle lights. You’ll be stunning.”
I remember rolling my eyes but smiling, because deep down, I knew—May meant it. She always knew. And now? It was happening.
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Flashback end
I snapped my fingers in her face.
“Alright, bridal tornado, breathe. No wedding planning on your birthday. Here’s the plan: eat, call the parents, get dressed. We leave in one hour. That includes snacks and shoes. G
