My Maid of Honor Refused to Walk Down the Aisle 10 Minutes Before the Cerem0ny When She Finally Told Me Why, I Canceled the Whole Thing

Then I heard her crying.

“Rachel,” I said, pressing my palm to the door. “Open up.”

“No.”

The string quartet had already played “Canon in D” twice.

I thought Rachel was panicking.

Behind me, my mother pinched the edge of my veil between two fingers.

“Fix this quietly, Sophie,” she whispered. “And fast.”