91. Future

Emma didn’t see herself in the mirror. A strange blonde woman wearing a beautiful white gown was looking at her. She fiddled with her engagement ring. “Emma?” called out a voice. It was her maid of honour and her best friend in the whole wide world, Selena, who had entered the tent.

“So how do I look?” she asked, turning around to face her.

“Beautiful.”

“Thanks. I can’t believe I’m getting married.”

“Neither can I.” Selena paused. “Don’t forget about me?”

“How could I? You’re my best friend,” said Emma, pulling her best friend into a hug. “You’re my sister.”