When the Wedding Feast Ends, Love Dies

The night before the wedding, at the bachelorette party, my future sister-in-law suggested a game: "Who's the Best Liar." Everyone had to say one true thing, but exactly one person had to lie. My best friend said, "I'm four months pregnant." My mother-in-law said, "The baby will carry the Gilbert name." My sister-in-law said, "The nursery in the wedding house is already finished." Then my fiancé took my hand and said, "You're still the bride tomorrow."