I Woke Up Married to My Brother’s Best Friend

Eleanor’s backyard is transformed. String lights crisscross overhead. Long tables pushed together, covered in white linens. Wildflowers in mason jars. […]

The bridal boutique is called “Ever After” and it’s exactly as fancy as it sounds. Floor-to-ceiling mirrors. Crystal chandeliers. Champagne

“What about orchids?” I’m sitting at my desk, surrounded by fabric swatches and floral catalogs. Wedding planning books are stacked

The restaurant Margot chose is beautiful and expensive and exactly the kind of place where family drama feels inevitable. Private

“Are you sure about this?” I’m staring at my phone. At the Instagram post I’ve been drafting and deleting for

“She’s going to hate me.” I’m sitting in the passenger seat of Holden’s car, watching Connecticut suburbs roll past the

The day of the society wedding is perfect. Too perfect. The kind of perfect that makes me nervous because something

Noah doesn’t speak to us for three days. Three days of radio silence. No texts. No calls. Nothing. I try

“We should do it today.” It’s Saturday morning. Two days after Thanksgiving. Holden and I are in the kitchen, drinking

“Your mother is going to know something’s wrong.” I’m standing in front of the mirror, adjusting my dress for the