Dad hu.mi.liated me in front of 30 people: “You weren’t important enough to be invited to your sister’s wedding.” – Welcome

from his face.

“G-Gigi?”

The measuring tape slipped from his hand.

I looked around again.

Cream blouses.

Black dresses.

Handbags.

A makeup station.

Three wigs resting on mannequin heads.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

I almost laughed.

“That’s your first question?”

Marco stepped toward me.

“Gigi, I can explain.”

“You told me you worked with a hospital.”

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