My phone buzzes loudly on the nightstand, jolting me awake from a peaceful slumber. Groggily, I reach for it, squinting at the bright screen that reads 06:00 AM. Who could be calling at this ungodly hour?
"Hello?" I mumble, my voice thick with sleep.
"Liv, oh my god, I need your help!" Emma's frantic voice blasts through the phone, causing me to sit up straight in bed, instantly wide awake.
"What's wrong, Em? Are you okay?" I ask, my heart racing with concern.
"It's the rehearsal dinner, Liv. It's in a few hours, and nothing is ready!" Emma's panic is palpable even through the phone.
She goes on to share the details of everything that’s missing and what has not yet been done. I am her maid of honour so I have no choice but to get up and rush to help her.
I quickly shake off the last
