#Chapter 28: Who is the Bride Today?

Amanda stared at me with wide, surprised eyes as she sat in the makeup chair. It was my wedding day, and yet she was the one being pampered and made beautiful. Maybe it was the stress of the morning or the embarrassment from my foolish phone call to Alexander, but I felt myself losing control of my anger. I had tried so hard these past weeks since my second chance began to act as though nothing had changed in my affection and friendship with Amanda. But I wasn’t sure I could handle pretending much longer. "What are you doing?" I asked, my voice sharp. Amanda glanced around, as if trying to figure out who I was talking to. Her attempt to play innocent only fueled my anger further. "I asked you a question. What are you doing?" I repeated, more forcefully this time. "I'm just getting ready," she replied, looking at the hairdresser with an expression of disbelief, as if to say I was being ridiculous. "I asked you to come early to help me," I cont