Your Toxic Bestie Is My Payday

When my fiancé, Wesley, casually suggested that his "female bestie" should be one of my bridesmaids, I didn't even try to hide my grimace.

"I’ve read enough of these stories," I said, setting my coffee cup down with a deliberate click. "The platonic female friend always ends up sliding into the wife slot, while the actual fiancée gets cast as the villainous third wheel. Honestly, maybe we should just call the wedding off."

Wesley panicked instantly, reaching across the table to squeeze my hands. "Gwen, baby, don't talk like that. You're overthinking it. Roxy is basically a guy.