“I was looking at last year’s Thanksgiving photos. You really haven’t changed at all, have you? Don’t you think it’s time to update your look? Keep things fresh, dear.”
It was endless. And exhausting.
“Isn’t the bride supposed to wear white?” someone whispered.
Evelyn just smiled.
“I raised him,” she said loud enough for everyone to hear. “She just caught him… and took him.”
“You Married Him, Not Her”
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