Betrayed by My Best Friend, Wed to a Superstar

The hot pot place was throwing its tenth-anniversary party, running a game called "Carry your sweetheart across the finish line, win a discount voucher."

I'd gone to stand in line for ice cream, and when I turned around, there was my boyfriend, my best friend on his back, first across the line.

The waitress handed him the voucher with a bright smile.

"You're impressive. A full round trip and you're not even out of breath. What's your secret?"

His mouth curved with pride. "The secret is she's so light. I could go another mile without breaking a sweat."