When Oakley’s best friend Sophie ropes her into planning an engagement party, she’s happy to help, until the event turns into a nightmarish betrayal. Confronted by her cheating ex in a public proposal orchestrated by Sophie, Oakley is forced to question loyalty, love, and her own worth.

Friendships are complicated things. Sophie and I weren’t the storybook best friends who did everything together.

Instead, ours was built on a shaky foundation of high school rivalry, competing for grades, sports, and even attention at parties.

But somewhere along the way, we found common ground. By college, she was the one I trusted with everything, the one who always had my back.

Or so I assumed.

When Sophie called me a few weeks ago, her voice bubbled with excitement through the phone.

“Oakley! Ryan and I are throwing a little engagement party,” she said, pausing dramatically.

“It’s a surprise announcement. No one else knows yet, not even Ryan. Well, not about the party, I mean.

So, I need your help.”

“Of course, Sophie,” I said, genuinely happy for her. “Congratulations, bestie!”

Ryan was a sweet and lovely guy, and Sophie deserved someone who treated her well and always put her first.

“But it’s not a big thing,” she added quickly. “I want a cozy and intimate vibe, you know?

Just our closest people. I’ll send out the invitations and whatnot when you’re ready with them. You’re so good at planning these events.

Can you handle it?”

I didn’t hesitate. I actually loved planning events.

“Absolutely,” I said. “Just tell me what you need and if there’s anything specific you want.”

Over the next few weeks, I noticed Sophie’s usual chatter had a strange edge to it.

She was jumpy and dismissive whenever I pressed her for details.

“I don’t want to jinx it,” she’d say with a nervous laugh.

“Jinx what?” I asked. “Everything is already planned. I just need to get the cake order finalized and it will all be sorted.

Nothing can be jinxed, Soph. It’s all going to be perfect.”

“You can’t be too careful…” she said wryly.

I figured it was just pre-party jitters. She’d always been a little dramatic, but I thought it was part of her charm.

I didn’t question it.

By Friday night, I had spent hours arranging pink and gold balloons, fairy lights, and floral centerpieces. Sophie’s backyard looked like a scene from a romantic movie.