Nice. You just ruined Kepner’s wedding.
Steph’s words ring through my head as I sit there on the pew next to her, staring ahead. First Arizona, then Meredith and lastly Cristina, walk down the aisle, but I barely catch sight of them. My head is spinning.
Earlier today, April asked me to be here. She stood in front of me with her hair in a million rollers and asked me to be here, so I came. Because I’m her best friend, I came. I’m here because she wants me here.
But if it were up to me, I’d be as far away from this barn as I could possibly be. It’s ripping me apart to watch the love of my life get married to someone else who will never know her like I do.