At Her Sister’s Wedding, My Best Friend Caught the Bouquet… Then Walked Straight to My Table!
Chapter 13
Two years later, Emily stood beneath the same wedding lights.
Only this time, she was the bride.
Sophie stood beside her.
Claire was crying before the ceremony even began.
Ben was giving a speech.
Daniel was holding the rings.
Robert sat quietly in the front row.
The wedding wasn’t extravagant.
It was intimate.
Warm.
Full of people who had survived the past.
When Emily walked down the aisle, she saw Sophie waiting.
The same eyes.
The same woman.
The same best friend.
Seven years of secrets.
One night of truth.
A lifetime ahead.
When they exchanged vows, Emily said:
“I loved you before I knew what the feeling was called.”
Sophie cried.
“I loved you before I believed you could love me back.”
They kissed.
Everyone applauded.
Later, the bouquet was ready.
Claire took it.
She turned toward the crowd.
Emily laughed.
“Don’t throw it at Sophie.”
Claire smiled.
Then threw it anyway.
The bouquet flew.
Sophie caught it.
The room erupted.
Emily shook her head.
“Again?”
Sophie looked at the flowers.
Then walked toward Emily.
Straight to her table.
Just like the first time.
She stopped.
“Do you remember?”
Emily smiled.
“I’ll never forget.”
Sophie placed the bouquet in her hands.
“I think this belongs to you.”
Emily looked at it.
“Why?”
“Because you’re the reason I stopped being afraid.”
Emily kissed her.
The applause grew louder.
Outside, the evening sky turned pink.
Inside, the music started again.
For years, the bouquet had been treated like a joke.
A symbol of who would marry next.
But for Emily and Sophie, it became something different.
It became the moment a secret finally became a truth.
The moment friendship became love.
The moment fear stopped deciding their future.
And the moment Emily realized that sometimes the person who walks straight toward you after catching the bouquet isn’t asking you to marry them.
They’re asking you to finally see them.
