Curls or sleek?”
“Are you wearing the pearl earrings or the diamond ones?”
When I mentioned it to Jake, he just rolled his eyes.
“That’s just Mom,” he said, kissing my forehead. “She gets excited about weddings. Remember how she was at my cousin’s?”
I remembered.
She’d asked for copies of all the photos and spent the entire reception asking the bride about her dress designer.
The day of the wedding arrived crisp and clear. The church shimmered with soft candlelight and pastel florals. Music drifted down the aisle like a whisper of something sacred.
Everything was perfect — the kind of perfect you see in magazines but never think will happen to you.
I stood at the altar, my hands trembling.Continue reading…