I Let My Mother Think She’d Secured My Sister’s Wedding

track bags and those giant water bottles every teenager seems born with now.

I handed Emma a folder.

“What’s this?”

“Read page three.”

She opened it. Brow furrowed. Read slower. Looked up.

“This is Kelsey’s venue stuff.”

“Yeah.”

“Why do you have this?”

“Because I’m the contract manager for the ownership group.”

She blinked twice.

Then again.

“So… they don’t actually continue reading …