This is my sixth wedding this year. Apparently, all my girlfriends from university have found their ever after.
All but me.
Always a bridesmaid, never a bride.
I’ll try not to be so cynical when I give my toast tomorrow. Besides, Janeane’s my best friend, and after the shit Marco put her through junior year, she deserves it more than anyone.
Still, I can’t help but wonder if this guy is the one.
Especially since he’s lying naked in my bed the night before the wedding.
Just like the others—before they rose the next morning and married someone else.
© Nortina Simmons