They say a wedding day is the happiest day of a woman’s life. Lies! I had been planning this wedding for six long months—six months of venue tours, dress fittings, menu tastings, and endless phone calls.

I thought that at least on the big day, I’d be able to breathe, relax, and actually enjoy it. But no. Everything that could go wrong did.

I paced back and forth in my room, gripping my phone so tightly my fingers hurt.

I had called the florist five times already. No answer. No voicemail. Nothing.

The wedding was in four hours, and I didn’t have a single flower. Not one. The bouquets, the centerpieces, the arch decorations—gone. Just vanished.

I felt my pulse pounding in my ears. My hands curled into fists. I was ready to scream, throw my phone, maybe even flip my vanity table.

Just then, a knock on the door snapped me out of my rage. I yanked it open, but the hallway was empty.

"Ugh," I muttered. My nephews. Had to be. The house was packed—parents, grandparents, my sister’s family, cousins, friends. It was absolute madness.

I sighed and was about to close the door when something caught my eye. An envelope. White. Plain. Sitting on the floor.

I picked it up and stepped back inside, locking the door. Inside was a flash drive labeled "Watch me."

My stomach tightened. Frowning, I plugged it into my laptop.

One file. "Are you sure you want to marry him?"

I hesitated, then hit play.

The video started. Ted and his friends were in a limousine, already drunk.

"Last night of freedom!" Max shouted, holding his phone and filming everything.

"I’m already taken!" Ted said, shaking his head.

"You don’t get it. Tonight, anything goes!" Max grinned.

"But I love Tracy!" Ted shot back.