There was no greeting. No closing. Just one sentence on the screen:
“Your wedding will be ruined, Tamara. Be careful.”
And attached below that line was a file with my name on it.
I clicked it, and my entire world collapsed before my eyes.
“Your wedding will be ruined, Tamara. Be careful.”
The file contained a copy of the venue contract, internal notes from their online booking system, and a short explanation from Emily.
At first glance, it looked like our contract. I mean, it clearly stated the same date, the same venue, the same… everything.
But under Bride?
It didn’t say Tamara — it said Maddie.
And under Groom? It still said Jake.
