At my wedding, I saw my father-in-law put something in my champagne glass… so I switched glasses and smiled.

carried misfortune attached to my dress.

A cousin from the family approached me and touched my arm as if she were doing a charitable act.
“Graciela, maybe you should go change,” she whispered. “This… this isn’t a celebration anymore.”

I looked at her so coldly that she immediately withdrew her hand.
“No,” I replied. “It’s just getting started.”

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