My best friend and I agreed to get married at the same time. I was marrying my first love, who had been away for eight years, while she was marrying the lawyer she’d been with for years. But as we eagerly prepared for our weddings, I saw the two of them propose to the very people who had killed our parents. My best friend and I quietly watched their pitiful performance and booked plane tickets for the day of the weddings. But after we ran away, they both went mad.
