I Arrived At My Sister’s Wedding And She Tried To Hide Me

miserable.

My mother stood up halfway, then stopped.

“Margaret,” she said, “please. Let’s not make a scene.”

That made Margaret turn her head.

“A scene?” she said. “Your daughter just told the woman who saved her from burning alive to hide in the back because she doesn’t match the flowers.”

Nobody breathed.

My father finally looked at me.

Not Emily. Me.

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