Mary and Veronica both looked sympathetic.
“You and Becky have been friends since forever,” Ronnie said. “I don’t think you guys will fall apart. You just need to speak to her.”
“If she wants to speak to me,” I said. I didn’t know what I would if she didn’t want to speak to me.
I knew I had messed up. I’d been selfish when it should have been about her. I’d been hurt but it hadn’t been necessary to make a scene.
“What’s a wedding, anyway, without some drama?” Mary asked, smiling.
It didn’t make me feel any better.
“I was supposed to be the person minimizing the drama. That had been my job. I had failed her miserably in that department. I was disappointed I myself. Disappointed that I had failed my best friend and that I had fallen for the tricks of a man that didn’t deserve me. At al
