could have the fairytale.
I showed up in the one navy dress I own and found my name… not on the family tables, but back by the swinging kitchen doors. No place card. Just “find a seat.”
I told myself it didn’t matter. Smile. Clap. Be grateful.
Then the toasts began.
“My amazing parents… my gorgeous bridesmaids… our incredible vendors…” Names and praise continue reading …
