My Bridesmaid Brought Her Own Makeup Artist to My Wedding Because My ‘Taste Is Ridiculous,’ but Karma Didn’t Let It Slide
“I do” turned into “oh no” when my best friend’s secret feelings caused a poolside splash! What could have been a disaster became a hilarious (and unforgettable) turning point, revealing true love and real friends.
Hey everyone, I’m Sarah, a 26-year-old woman who recently experienced a wedding day drama I never saw coming. Let me take you back to the beginning. I met John three years ago at a local coffee shop.
It was raining outside, and we both sought refuge in the cozy corner café. I accidentally bumped into him while juggling my umbrella and coffee.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” I exclaimed, nearly spilling my latte.
“No worries at all,” he said with a warm smile. “Mind if I join you? I think we could both use some company on this rainy day.”
We talked for hours that day, and it felt like I’d known him forever. From that moment, John and I were inseparable. He was kind, supportive, and everything I ever wanted in a partner.
Emily, my best friend since high school, was thrilled for us, or so I thought. We shared everything: our dreams, fears, and even silly secrets.
She was there for every milestone in my relationship with John, cheering us on. But little did I know, Emily had feelings for John that she kept hidden behind her friendly facade.
As my wedding day approached, Emily and I sat down to finalize the plans. We were sipping on some tea in my living room, surrounded by wedding magazines and planning notes.
“Sarah, I’ve been meaning to ask,” Emily began, her voice unusually serious. “Would you like me to be your maid of honor?”
“Of course, Em! I can’t imagine anyone else by my side,” I replied, smiling warmly. “Everything’s coming together so perfectly.”
“Yeah, it really is,” Emily said, though there was a hint of something in her eyes that I couldn’t quite place.
A week before the wedding, we were reviewing the final details when Emily brought up a concern.
“Sarah, I need to talk to you about the makeup situation,” she said, fidgeting slightly.
“Sure, what’s up?” I asked, looking up from my list of to-dos.
“I’ve developed severe allergies to most makeup products recently,” she said, hesitating. “I need to bring my own makeup artist.”
I looked at her with concern. “Oh, Em, I’m so sorry to hear that. Are you okay?”
