“You spoke to her?” Now that I thought about it, I hadn’t had an actual conversation with Karen or an in-person catch-up for . . . Well, I couldn’t remember how long. We messaged each other. All the time. Most days. But I hadn’t seen her or spoken to her in weeks.

“Called her as soon as Gordy called me when he got the invite. It was delivered to his office. Which was weird. It wasn’t like I wasn’t going to find out.”

I was only taking in half of the words that Florence was speaking. “What did she say?”

“Just that . . .” Florence paused and drew breath. “She and Matt had realized they had feelings for each other and it was serious, and she didn’t really say anything more. As soon as I mentioned you, she made up some excuse about another call and rang off.”

So my boyfriend was getting married. Ex-boyfriend. Potaytoes Potahtoes. The man I’d shared a bed with for seven years up until two months ago was getting married. On any other day, that would have been the worst thing that could have possibly happened. But to my best friend?

Why?

“Is she pregnant?”

Florence sat back in her chair. “You think that’s why?”

Why was any of this happening?

Why was Matt getting married to someone else when he was supposed to be marrying me?

Why was my best friend getting married and hadn’t told me?

Why were they marrying each other?

“I’m not sure any explanation would really be an answer,” I said. “But if they’d shagged and she’d got knocked up that might be some kind of logical reason for a quick wedding.” It was certainly easier to understand than my best friend catching feelings for my boyfriend because that led to questions—how long had they had feelings for each other? Had Matt always wanted Karen when he was with me? Had they been having an affair? For a few months? Years? Since the beginning of our relationship?

“I don’t understand why she didn’t tell me,” I said. “It wasn’t like I wouldn’t find out. She was going to let me find out by opening my invitation.”

“I don’t have an answer to that, other than she’s a total bitch.”

That would have to do. For now. “I guess that’s why she invited me. To announce the news. Because she was too much of a traitorous coward to tell me to my face that she’d stolen my boyfriend.”

“Do you think they were having an affair while you two were still living together?”