I Let Them Uninvite Me From a Wedding I Was Paying For

the one she wore when stepping into situations she assumed she could smooth over with tone alone.

“Victoria, they’re asking for you in the pavilion, and…” She saw me. Stopped.

The smile dropped off her face like a plate slipping from a hand.

“Maya?”

Behind her, Emma appeared.

In the dress. Veil pinned. Bouquet in hand.

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