“Emily! C’mon! You’re missing all the good shots! I want pictures with all my bridesmaids!”
It wasn’t that I didn’t like the beach. I liked it fine. And it wasn’t that I didn’t want to be there with Rosalind or our other friends. I liked them just fine, too.
“I’m coming. Hold your pants on!”
I liked the beach.
I liked my friends.
But I’d been in love with Rosalind for the last three years, and watching her getting ready to marry Brad was nothing short of torture.