Chapter 72

AMELIA Weddings suck. At least they suck if you’re single and too scared to mingle. Or if your confidence is blown after discovering your husband was giving more than dictation to his twenty-three-year-old secretary. Or if you’re so low on funds that your credit card screams for mercy when you buy the cheapest thing from the couple’s Bloomingdale’s gift registry. And if you happen to check off all of the above? Then weddings suck even more. I would have skipped it if I could have and stayed home with a bowl of ramen and the latest season of Bridgerton. But this isn’t just any wedding—this is the wedding of my best friend, Emily Gregor. It’s hard to skip out on a wedding when you’re the maid of honor, and besides, I love Emily to pieces. We’ve been best friends for the past fourteen years despite the fact that we’re as different as two people can possibly be. She’s a beautiful, outgoing society heiress who dated a string of rich and successful men before finally settling down with her b