38. The Part With The Surprise

Early in the Sunday morning, Tiff came banging on my door. She kept repeatedly shouting I'm getting married, I'm getting married! And I had to shout with her with Yes, you are! Yes, you are! Until she finally calmed down. My cream maid of honor dress hung on my door knob and I looked at it with delight. I had made a few calls last night in preparation for my surprise for Cammie. I planned on telling her after her dance recital, it made me nervous and excited. "Okay, you got everything?" Tiff says as I double-check the big bag. Heels — check — dresses — check — vodka — check. I faced Tiffany, she had this solemn, determined smile. "Let's go get you married." My best friend had already drank two cups of coffee and I had been assigned in driving her corolla. I could see her jitter from the passenger side and I checked up on her once or twice through the drive. "I'm so nervous." She says. I manage to give her a smile, my mind was preoccupied with the face of Cammie. Deep in my bag was