See, this is why I was friends with Beth. No calling Kaavi a bitch. No mean comments. Just straight-up empathy.

Want to know the worst part?

It gets worse . . . ? Oh no

Yep. She actually invited me to the wedding.

Wow . . .

Yeah, wow.

I didn’t know what else to say. I wanted to tell Beth how this wedding couldn’t happen. How I would do anything I could to stop it—even though what I could actually do was pretty darn minimal.

So . . . you gonna go, right?

And here I was, thinking Beth understood me. Sure, I had fantasized a million different ways in which Kaavi and Spencer would call the whole thing off. But to actually go?

Um, no. There’s no way I could face them all after so long.

That bad with the family, huh?

Well, actually, the invitation did come from the whole family.

That’s nice of them, right?

How the hell am I going to face Spencer, that’s my ex btw, after so long? It’ll be super awkward.

A part of me did want to see him though. Part curiosity, part . . . well . . . maybe it was some perverse way for me to convince myself that I was finally over everything that happened. Except I don’t know if I’ll ever be over it. Over him. And now he’s marrying Kaavi? I can’t let that happen. I can’t believe she would do this.

The dancing dots on my screen were there for a while. But Beth’s actual message, when I got it, was short.

I think you should go.

What? Why?

Because, babe, no one needs closure right now more than you do. And the entire family asked you? That sounds to me like they want to make it up to you.

Beth didn’t know the real terms of our agreement, of course. But maybe she did have a point. I would love to see them again.

But who was I kidding? I would only get closure from one thing, and if it worked, well, it’s not like I’d be any closer to making amends.

You’re right about getting closure . . .

Maybe I could burn Kaavi’s wedding dress. Now that might give me some closure. A small, delicious wave shuddered through me.

Trust me, babe. Holding on to all this negativity isn’t going to be good for you. Go. Speak to them. Tell them how you feel. You said they were like your family once. You can always be honest with family.

Not this kind of family.

But still, I was slowly inching my way over to the edge. Beth was right. It would do me good to see them. To see her. If they all wanted me there, I should go.

Besides, I didn’t have the slightest chance of stopping the wedding from all the way over here.

Who knows, maybe she’ll even ask you to be a bridesmaid? Lol. You’ll be a vision in pink.

Lol. No way. Besides she’s not having bridesmaids. But her little sister is going to be a flower girl.

Sounds adorable. Now, will you woman up and go?