Her Maid of Honor

You figured Karen would be the maid of honor. She'd come to visit after the announcement, and she'd made up with Amanda. If you were marrying Amanda, it'd be the natural choice, you thought.

"So, bestie," Amanda said, sitting down. "Have you thought about my bachelorette party yet? Any idea of where we should go? I think we should go all that."

"Umm ..." you said, temporizing. "I thought that'd be ... Karen's job."

"Karen?" Amanda asked, cocking her eyebrow. "Karen isn't my bestie. Karen wouldn't throw a really *fun* party. Talk to Bruna, maid of honor. And we need to get together next week on planning the wedding. We don't have much time."

You gulped uncomfortably. Time did feel uncomfortably precious.