She Joked About Runaway Marriage, I Meant It

At the wedding, Victoria Langley's childhood friend, Spencer Calloway, catches the wedding bouquet that she's just tossed.

He arches a brow at her. "Does this mean I'll have to propose to someone? Well then, Vic, are you willing to elope with me?"

Victoria's bridesmaids begin cheering on him. Amid their loud cheers and giggles, they push Victoria into Spencer's arms.

"Give us a kiss!"

"What's with that shy look, Spencer? Didn't you bury your face into Victoria's chest and hold her while sleeping on the same bed at the bachelorette's party last night?"

Victoria giggles as she pinches one of the bridesmaids. "What's with the ruckus? My husband is still here, you know!"

But the tips of her ears have secretly gone red.

Spencer's lips curl into a wicked smile as he shrugs nonchalantly.

"I'm fine with it. It's just that a certain someone's mooch of a husband will be pissed."

Only then does Victoria turn to look at me. She pinches me on the chin gently while saying to me casually, "C'mon, it's just a joke. Don't be so petty."

Then, she declares, "Let's continue the wedding."

But I wave Victoria's hand away coolly before taking the microphone from the wedding host.

"Spencer wants to crash this wedding, right? Well, I'm taking everything seriously now."

Three days later, Victoria's eyes become red-rimmed as she stands outside the courthouse.

As for me, I've never looked back ever since.

The bridesmaids froze mid-laugh. Guests started whispering.

Victoria Langley grabbed my wrist, her face tight. "Spencer was just messing around. Do you really have to do this?"

She kept her voice low. "Stop making a scene, okay? This is the wedding you've been looking forward to for so long. Grandma is still waiting to see our wedding video."

The night before, my grandmother had one of her rare lucid moments. Her hands trembled as she joined my hand with Victoria's. Victoria knelt at the side of her hospital bed and promised she'd stand by me for the rest of her life.

Then she turned around and spent her bachelorette party all over Spencer Calloway.

My eyes stung. I raised my voice. "Burying your face in his chest and sleeping in the same bed is just messing around?"

The words carried across the entire venue. Every guest swiveled between Victoria and Spencer, gossip written all over their faces.

A flash of embarrassed anger crossed Victoria's face. She snatched the microphone out of my hand and dropped her voice to a warning. "Shut up. Are you trying to destroy this wedding?"

Spencer took the microphone, his tone light. "Sleeping in the same bed? We used to take baths together when we were two, butt naked.

"It's kind of late for the groom to start getting jealous, don't you think?"

It only took him a couple of lines to make the whole thing disappear. I was the one who looked petty.

Victoria's father, Richard Langley, gave Spencer an approving pat on the shoulder, then shot