I down a shot at the bar and turn around just in time to see her kiss Matthew for the photographer. Lara catches my eye for a second and looks away. I'm her bridesmaid; I should be over there, making sure she looks good, holding her flowers. But the truth is, I can't. I've reached my limit for the day. It's nearly 7 pm and I've done well to last this long. Another hour or so and I can slip away to my hotel room, pack my b...