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The moment the car crashed, my best friend, Thea, threw herself in front of me. When she woke up, she had amnesia and mistook my fiancé, Kieran, for her boyfriend. To help her recover, the five of us decided to play along with the misunderstanding. The first month, the pre-wedding trip to Italy that was supposed to be mine went to Thea. Everyone laughed and urged them to kiss. I walked behind them, hauling their luggage and handling the travel arrangements. The second month, Thea moved into the Brooklyn apartment Kieran and I had planned to share after our wedding. My name wasn't on the deed yet. Kieran promised he’d add it later, but his focus had already shifted to Thea. My sister, Bridget, tried to placate me. “Mallory, Thea is only like this because she saved you. We’re just trying to help her get her memory back.” I believed her. I forced a smile and played my part, again and again. By the ninth month— After hours of hair and makeup, I rushed to my wedding venue. Thea Burke was already there, wearing my wedding dress, standing arm in arm with Kieran at the entrance, greeting guests. Bridget patted my shoulder. “Thea saw your dress last night by accident. We didn’t want to upset her, so we’re letting her have this one for today.” Kieran’s friend Marco picked up where she left off. “Yeah, Mallory. You played along the first eight times. What’s one more?” My chest seized. The wedding ring on my finger suddenly felt painfully tight. I looked up and saw the other wedding band—my ring—on Thea’s hand. It was a perfect fit. That was when I noticed the Vera Wang gown, which had always been a little snug on me, fit her like it was made for her. Everyone there knew. They all knew exactly what was happening, yet they smiled and called her Mrs. Vitale. And I finally understood. I was the only one who had ever taken this charade seriously. I pulled off the ring that was cutting into my skin. If this was what they all wanted, then this ninth time, I wouldn't be the one to stop them. … The ring hit the bottom of a trash can with a sharp clink. The two people in front of me froze. Bridget frowned, but before she could speak, Thea’s excited voice cut through the air. “Mallory, you’re finally here! Look, don’t I look beautiful today?” She lifted the hem of her dress and spun around before answering her own question. “Kieran and I passed a window on Fifth Avenue once, and I just happened to mention that I liked this dress. I can’t believe he remembered.” “And this ring, too—it’s exactly my favorite style.” “Kieran told me everything. You’ve been helping him plan the wedding this whole time. Mallory, you’re such a wonderful friend.” I just stood there, silent. No wonder the dress I’d spent months choosing had been swapped out at the last minute by Kieran. No wonder the other ring had a diamond a full carat larger than mine. The wedding I’d poured my heart into was never meant for me. I smiled. Bridget was clearly panicking. She rushed to speak before I could. “Of course you look beautiful. Thea, you’re gorgeous today. We have to get pictures right away.” Marco snapped to attention and lifted his camera. “Right. Let’s get a group photo.” Hearing this, the guests nearby came over, armed with confetti cannons. Bridget and Marco moved to stand on either side of Kieran and Thea, taking their places as if the spots had always been reserved for them. Marco shoved the camera into my hands. “Mallory, you’re the best photographer. Take a few.” The lights shone down. Thea, in my wedding dress, leaned her head on Kieran’s shoulder. Kieran’s gaze softened as he looked down at her, the very picture of a devoted groom. The guests circled them, their congratulations a dull roar in my ears. This was the wedding I had planned for myself. Someone in the crowd shouted— “Kiss!” A faint blush crept up Kieran’s ears. He hesitated. But Thea was already on her toes, pressing her lips to his. My ears rang.......

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