My fiancé Grant Bennett and I were on our pre-wedding honeymoon. My best friend Camille Vance had insisted on coming along because, of course, she had. We walked up to the front desk to check in. The clerk held out the room key, not to me, not to Grant, but straight to Camille, like it was second nature. "Will you two be in 402 again? And is it all right if the other lady takes the room next door?" The lobby went absolutely still. Grant's hand stopped in midair. Camille's face turned white. One look at their faces, the way their eyes darted away, the way neither of them breathed, and I knew. My fiancé and my best friend were together. I set my key back on the counter and looked at the clerk. "I won't be needing my room. Or this honeymoon. They can have each other."