“If they won’t pick up, maybe they’re stupid enough to post something. People like Stephanie can’t resist an audience.” Clara leaned closer, her stomach twisting as Phoebe typed. Within seconds, her friend’s eyes went wide. “Oh my God…” She turned the screen toward Clara. There it was—Stephanie’s profile, glowing with fresh updates.
Photos from the wedding venue, bright and polished, as if nothing had gone wrong. Stephanie in her gown. Liam at her side. Captions filled with hearts and glittering emojis. Clara’s hand flew to her mouth, a sob tearing loose. “No…” she whispered. Phoebe scrolled lower, her face paling. “She’s already calling it her wedding day. Look.”