Dear Jane,
My best friend got married last weekend in the most beautiful countryside wedding and I was the maid of honor.
I had helped her plan everything – down to the minute details of floral arrangements, catering and getting ready in the bridal suite, where we sipped champagne until it was time for the ceremony.
But the bottomless beverages caught up with me as I downed even more drinks at the reception on a empty stomach.
I could feel the alcohol churning, realizing that if I didn’t find a bathroom, I’d soon be throwing up on the dance floor.
I sprinted back to the cottage I was staying in with other girl friends, only to find that the sole restroom was occupied. So, I rushed to the only other room I knew had a toilet: the bridal suite in the main house.
In my haste, I tripped on my long skirt and disturbed the rose petals that were laid on the bed in the shape of a heart. I eventually made it to the bathroom, where I crouched over the toilet and emptied out the contents of my stomach into the bowl.
But there was another issue – the antiquated plumbing caused a clog. And worse, there was no plunger in sight.

So, I did what any inebriated and embarrassed person would do: I fled the scene.
The next morning, as we were all leaving, the bride confronted us about the mess in her suite. All of the bridesmaids denied it – including me.
I’ve been wracked with guilt. For days, the bride has brought up the incident wondering who is to blame for the ruined rose petals and the mess in the bathroom, even pointing fingers at the venue’s staff.
I’m worried if I fess up now – especially after lying – she will be livid and possibly never speak to me again since I ruined her big day. But is it worse if I don’t say anything at all?
Sincerely,
Maid of Dishonor

Once the bride settles into being a newlywed, she will likely forget what happened, writes best-selling author Jane Green
Dear Maid of Dishonor,
I’ll be honest: this could have been worse.
There is an old fable about someone clogging the toilet at a wedding.
In their panic, they reach into the bowl with a wad of toilet paper to remove the enormous turd and promptly fling it out the window.
It lands on the bride. Or the dining table. Or the roof of the conservatory. Take your pick.
Needless to say, you have nothing to feel guilty about.
You didn’t intend to clog the toilet and make a huge mess, and I agree that it doesn’t seem as if the timing would be right to fess up just yet.
Once the bride settles into being a newlywed, she will likely forget what happened.
She may bring it up from time to time, but this kind of story loses its appeal after a while.
You may want to tell her at some point, but only if you are certain she has moved on and would find it funny.
For now, she can make her accusations, but I would just keep on keeping on – and stay quiet!