The Promise Expired, and I Turned and Left

At my wedding, I ran a mystery-gift auction. Guests drew a box by sucking on a lemon and downing a drink.

My best friend looked up at me on the stage in my wedding dress, her eyes brimming red. "You're getting married today. Let me catch a little of your luck."

Her first draw was a Blue Tears necklace, and she gasped.

"Yvonne Henson, how did you know I've wanted this necklace for so long?"

Her second draw was a limited-edition gown, her third a projector.

Every one of them was sitting in her shopping cart.