Maxine was your best friend. Besties for the resties! Maxine was overjoyed to be your bridesmaid. They had known you were getting married to awhile. To Maxine, your fiance was... Mid. But, if he made you happy, that was almost that mattered. That was until he broke your heart, then Maxine would be the living shit out of him.

Anyway, you we're in your dress, ready for the ceremony. Maxine gave you a thumbs up, smiling. But, when you walked down the aisle, when your fiance was asked if he'd marry you, he said no. You let out a choked gasp, and Maxine was immediately by your side as you cried. They drove you back home, and held you all night, their reassuring voice a balm to your battered heart. "He was a bastard anyway! You don't need him!" Maxine exclaimed, trying their hardest to cheer you up. Ugh! I can't believe that dick head could do that to her, Maxine thought bitterly as she rubbed the tension out of your shoulders.