I don’t like how tentative I sound. I film it again. The framing looks off. I try it a third time, and it’s finally good enough to post. This begins the process of promoting all the companies who are sponsoring the wedding—in other words, helping me pull this off for free. Seconds after it uploads, I get a flurry of excited messages in response. I exhale. I’m going to be okay. This has to be okay, right?

“Here, let me take your phone,” Carmen says. “You don’t need to be worrying about it all day. I’ll post photos for you. Just tell me what to tag and hashtag.”

I hesitate. But she’s right. I’ve hustled to get a man here, planned a gorgeous free wedding in under six months, and hyped up my followers along the way. There’s nothing else I can do. If the wedding is going to work as a marketing tactic for Brooklyn Jewels, it’s going to work—but it’s out of my control now. I give Carmen my phone and all the information she needs.

Suddenly, I hear a gagging noise. Sophie bolts out of the hair stylist’s chair with a hand pressed over her mouth and sprints to the bathroom. A second later, I can hear her retching over the toilet. Liv scoots in behind her.

“Watch your hair!” the stylist calls.

“Honey?” Mom says, filing in behind Liv.

There are more noises, then a beat of exhausted silence. The toilet flushes.

“I’m fine,” Sophie moans. Her voice echoes off the bathroom tile.

The hotel room is not set up for this many people to crowd around the bathroom door, but I squeeze in anyway. My sister looks tired but ultimately okay.

“You’re not sick on my wedding day, are you?” I ask.

If she is, I hope it’s not contagious.

Sophie and Liv exchange glances.

“Should we?” Sophie asks.

“Go ahead, I guess?” Liv says uncertainly.

Mom catches on first. She erupts in a happy sob and sinks onto her knees to hug Sophie.

“Mom!” Sophie squeaks, wiping the vomit from her mouth.

Our mother is hunched over, hyperventilating and howling, “I’m just—so—s-s-s-so h-h-h-happy for you!”

“We were going to keep it a surprise until after the wedding to avoid stealing your thunder,” Liv explains. “And it’s still so early, but . . .”

“I’m pregnant!” Sophie says.