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My best friend married far away, deep in the mountains, and asked me to be her bridesmaid. She messaged me: [Beatrice, sweetheart, other than my parents, you're the closest person I have. [If you come and be my bridesmaid, I won't have any regrets.] Thinking of our friendship of more than ten years, I agreed without hesitation. After a long stretch of transfers and travel, I finally landed in the small town at the foot of the mountain she had mentioned. Just as I was about to send her my location and ask her people to come pick me up, a flood of on-screen comments suddenly appeared before my eyes. A comment read: [[Help! How do we tell the female lead that her best friend has already been killed by the local, brutal wedding pranks?] Another read: [The groom is bringing a group of groomsmen right now, on their way to take the female lead as the replacement bride.] Someone else wrote: [Only five hundred yards left. They're about to see her.]