you’d been in love with spencer for as long as you could remember—ever since you met him at 14 and became best friends. but you never told him. you kept your feelings hidden, hoping maybe one day he’d feel the same way.

but now, sitting across from him at a dinner you had thought was a date, everything was crashing down around you. spencer smiled, completely oblivious to the heartbreak stirring inside you.

"i have some big news," he said, his eyes lighting up in a way that usually made your heart flutter. "i met someone—her name’s maeve. we got engaged, and..." he glanced at you, not noticing the way your smile faltered, “i’d like you to be the maid of honor at the wedding."

the words hit you like a freight train. you stared at him, trying to process it, your mind swirling. he held maeve’s hand under the table, smiling warmly at her. "what do you think?" he asked, completely unaware of the storm raging inside you.