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

lightly.

“Wait here,” she said.

I didn’t want to wait anywhere in that building, but I did. Mostly because my hands had started shaking and I didn’t trust myself to steer straight.

The church doors opened and closed. Guests whispered. The wedding planner, who had looked smug all morning, now looked like a woman watching her bonus light on fire.

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