Inside I breathed a huge sigh of relief. I had gotten to experience the fulfillment of a deep and long held fantasy of mine, but had done so in a way that did not damage my friendship with Paula or throw a wrench into her wedding plans. We had staged the bachelorette party a month prior because of some of the bridesmaids' schedules, so everything seemed to be on track.

Or so I thought.

A couple of days later, I met Paula outside a Mexican restaurant, she was dressed in a nice blouse and skirt with her hair down. Jackson walked up with her, or so he intended. Before they...