"A date has been set for my wedding," Cookie said, her voice buzzing with excitement through the phone. "The 21st of January."
"Oh, Cookie," I gasped, sitting up straighter as the blanket slid off my legs. "That's in two weeks! I'm so happy for you. You're finally marrying the love of your life."
"And I want you to be my maid of honor," she added without missing a beat.
I blinked in shock. "Really? But I'm… pregnant. Do you think that's a good idea?"
"You're not even showing yet, of course it is! Please don't say no. I can't stand the idea of one of David's sisters standing beside me. I need my friend. I need you."
Her voice cracked with emotion, and in that moment, how could I ever say no?
"It would be my pleasure, Cookie."
"We want the wedding in Los Angeles," she
