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The Marriage Veil Wasn’t Her Style
But lace? She could handle that.
“You won’t reconsider?” Amy asked, her cute pink nails tip-tapping against the cafe table. It was a wonder she hadn’t once reached for her soy latte during this conversation. That was how Natalia knew she was serious.
“I’ll be happy enough to throw you a bachelorette party weekend,” Natalia said, “but I won’t be your maid of honor. Sorry, Ame, it’s a me thing. Nothing to do with you.”
Amy puffed her cheeks in an indignant way before letting out a long sigh. “Nat, you’re my best friend. If you don’t have a role in my wedding, then I don’t know how I can even go through with it.”
If it was any other friend, Natalia would have rolled her eyes and told the woman to tone it down. This wasn’t a damn Asian drama. But to Amy? Her wedding day was just another stepping stone on her self-garnered journey to have the perfect life.
And the worst part? Amy wanted Natalia to be there for every moment of it.
It was Natalia’s turn to sigh. “Amy, can’t you just let it go? I’ll even volunteer for the baby shower if you want. But a wedding? I don’t even believe in marriage.”
But Amy knew how to push the right buttons: she reached across the table and covered Natalia’s hands with hers. “You won’t do…
