I Put One Envelope Beside the Father of the Bride

microphone.

She thanked the planner.

The chef.

The florist.

The musicians.

Her parents.

Her grandparents.

College friends.

Business partners.

Even the woman who flew from New York simply to steam her wedding gown.

Someone near the front called out with a grin,

“What about Ethan’s mom?”

Caroline smiled toward my table.

It wasn’t warmth.

It was performance.

“Oh…”

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