Where did you get that ring

Vivian?”

“She’s furious. Not sorry. Furious.”

I could picture it.

Vivian in her white robe, surrounded by wilting flowers and unpaid invoices, angry that the world had refused to applaud her cruelty.

Brooke’s phone buzzed.

She looked at it.

“Oh my God.”

“What?”

She turned the screen toward me.

A message from Daniel had come through in the bridal party group continue reading …