Erin
My shoulders slumped as I hung back, watching my friend Greer walk up to the front desk of the hotel and ring the bell. She looked back at me with a cheery smile while we waited and I did my best to return it. I just hoped she didn’t notice how fake my smile was.
I did not want to be there, but none of that was Greer’s fault. She was getting married. She had every right to be happy. As one of her best friends, I was supposed to be happy too, happy for her that she met such a great guy she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.
And I was happy. Mostly, anyway.
No, the fact that I struggled to be in a good mood was my own issue. Like my best friend Sascha said, I needed to just put my own s**t on hold for the next week and a half and celebrate Greer and John.
Besides, Sascha ha
