With less than three hours to go before our wedding, my fiancé, Malcolm Calder, vanished with his childhood friend, Daphne Holt.   All they left me was a message.   Daphne: A little compatibility test before the wedding! Laurel, find us at our "secret hideout" if you want your ring. Here's a hint: we're at Southridge High School.   Resigned, I put down my bouquet, gathered the heavy skirts of my gown, and hurried to the school.   The moment I arrived, another message came from Daphne.   Daphne: You're so slow, Laurel. We've already left! Maybe you'll find us at our usual live music venue.   I spent another hour searching the venue, but neither of them was there.   Then Daphne called.   "Laurel, are you that desperate to get married? Too bad. We left ages ago!"   Malcolm's voice came through the phone, soft and indulgent. "Stop teasing her. Laurel, we're already at the wedding. Everyone's just waiting for the bride."   I remembered New Year's Eve in our first year together. They'd pulled the same disappearing act, and I'd searched for them in the snow for half the night. When I finally got home, I discovered they'd bought a pile of snacks and spent the whole evening watching movies there.   Standing on the crowded, noisy street, I suddenly thought I might be better off without this wedding.