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

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Someone outside called, “Bride lineup, please.”

Emma looked at the closed door. Then back at me.

“Are you coming?” she asked.

A real question. Too late, but real.

I looked at her bouquet. White roses. The expensive kind with heads the size of teacups. Ours, obviously.

Then I looked at Victoria.

“You’re finished after tonight,” I told her. “Turn in all continue reading …