Lyla

My eyes watered. “Of course, I will.”

Melanie’s grip on me tightened. “Really? You’ll be my maid of honor?”

All I could do was nod in return.

I stumbled back slightly when she threw her arms around me, happily laughing in my ear while she hugged me tight to her chest. I held the box out from us, making sure to keep it upright so the pendant didn’t fly out and shatter on the ground. ...