Amy's POV
“Oh, Amy, I'm happy for you! Congratulations!”
Rebecca screamed with excitement when I told her the bombshell I had received about being the maid of honor at my mom's wedding.
I wasn't particularly happy, and exploding with joy, though. I stood still, staring at the mirror in the bridal suite and adjusting the silver pin on my bouquet for the hundredth time.
I looked beautiful. At least that’s what everyone kept saying. But I didn’t feel it. I didn’t feel anything except a persistent ache of irritation under my skin.
It was still weird that mom was finally getting married after all the years of f*****g first dates and severing ties immediately. God! She was about to marry Donovan Ray, and everyone was acting like it was some grand romantic affair.
My mom was glowing and
