I went to the bathroom with my maid of honor to try to rescue my dress. We eventually got the worst of it out, but the damage went deeper than a stained dress.
I watched as our guests rushed to her side.
I told myself she was just being dramatic. That it would end after the wedding.
I was wrong. It was only the beginning of a long, cold war.
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