“Don’t take it personally. It’s just not your day.” locked me in. But she didn’t count on one thing—I still had my Apple Watch.

I texted my best friend Tasha, who raced over and got the concierge to open the door. Ten minutes later, I was free. Dressed and furious.We crashed the wedding mid-ceremony. Dana’s face turned ghostly when she saw me. I walked straight down the aisle and held up the Post-it. My dad looked at it. The room buzzed. Dana tried to spin it—said I was the drama. But the truth was louder. Guests began murmuring. My aunt realized Dana had lied to her, too. My dad turned to her: “Did you really do this?”

She had no answer. He walked out. I followed and told him everything. When he returned, he stepped to the altar, voice steady: “I can