  &quot;Brooke is getting married!&quot;
  Amelia gasped. &quot;Really?&quot;
  &quot;Yeah! I can't believe Brian finally proposed to her.&quot;
  &quot;Yeah. She texted me too. That's such a beautiful ring,&quot; Amelia squealed as she showed us the picture of a woman's hand with a big and beautiful diamond ring on the ring finger. &quot;I'm so going to be the maid of honor!&quot;
  &quot;No way, she's totally going to choose me.&quot; Heather fired back.
  &quot;Hah, keep dreaming. I know I'm her favorite!&quot; Amelia retorted.
  &quot;Slow down. Who's Brooke.&quot; I asked, confused about this new person.
  &quot;She's my cousin,&quot; Amelia informed me. &quot;And she's getting married to her long time boyfriend, Brian.&quot;
  &quot;How long?&quot;
  &quot;They've been dating for like eight years with three break ups in between.&quot;
  &quot;Wow. How old is she?&quot; Olivia asked

  As weeks passed, Heather and Amelia's excitement for their friend's wedding knew no bounds. If I hadn't known better, I would've assumed it was their own wedding.
  We were in California now, two days before the wedding.
  Two weeks ago was the bridal shower which was attended by everyone. After that event, we were all too busy arranging a bachelorette party for the bride-to-be.
  Heather and Amelia had said that a simple one is what Brooke would prefer so they had booked a nice resort along the beach for the weekend which was about two hours or so away from the hotel we were staying at.
  A lot of planning went into the party. We booked a stretch limo for two days and Heather looked after the decorations at the resort. Amelia was tasked with coming up with fun activities and games to play during the party.
  Apart from myself, I knew six of the fourteen girls who were going for the ba

  A few days later, Tristan stormed inside the mansion. I was in the middle of my classes when there were loud knocks on my door. I frowned and was about to open the door when Tristan's angry voice confronted me.
  &quot;Juliet, what did you tell her?&quot; Tristan demanded from the other side of the door.
  I kept quiet. Did Olivia tell him that I told her about him?
  &quot;Juliet, open the door. I want to talk to you.&quot;
  I still didn't say anything, hoping he would think I was not here.
  &quot;I know you're there. Don't think that just because you aren't speaking I'd think you aren't here.&quot;
  Well, damn.
  &quot;What is it?&quot; I asked.
  &quot;What did you tell her about me? Why is Olivia acting strange since our date? It feels like she's avoiding me.&quot;
  &quot;I don't know what you're talking about.&quot;
  &quot;Open the damn door.&quot;
  &quot;No, I'm busy. Let's

&quot;Brooke is getting married!&quot;
  Amelia gasped. &quot;Really?&quot;
  &quot;Yeah! I can't believe Brian finally proposed to her.&quot;
  &quot;Yeah. She texted me too. That's such a beautiful ring,&quot; Amelia squealed as she showed us the picture of a woman's hand with a big and beautiful diamond ring on the ring finger. &quot;I'm so going to be the maid of honor!&quot;
  &quot;No way, she's totally going to choose me.&quot; Heather fired back.
  &quot;Hah, keep dreaming. I know I'm her favorite!&quot; Amelia retorted.
  &quot;Slow down. Who's Brooke.&quot; I asked, confused about this new person.
  &quot;She's my cousin,&quot; Amelia informed me. &quot;And she's getting married to her long time boyfriend, Brian.&quot;
  &quot;How long?&quot;
  &quot;They've been dating for like eight years with three break ups in between.&quot;
  &quot;Wow. How old is she?&quot; Olivia asked pushing her sunglasses up her head as she peered at Amelia.
  &quot;She's almost twenty se

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