She stood there, finally understanding what was happening. The girl she once called her best friend lay in bed with the one she was to be wed to in three nights. The pieces started making their way to the puzzle, fitting in every crevice. Her hands shook as she reached for the light. Click. The two people shot up from bed. Were all those “helpful nights” for wedding plans just simply labeled as “wedding planning” for the mere sake of hiding their schemes? Did they actually make any progress? Was this their plan from the start? “It’s not..” started one, but she couldn’t hear them. The rage burning inside of her had finally submerged. The tears finally began to pour. Her eyes were finally opened.