I Put One Envelope Beside the Father of the Bride

losing a bet. Beside him sat Janice Bell, sipping champagne with the peace of a woman who enjoyed being right.

Preston stared at them both like he’d been slapped twice more.

Janice lifted her glass a quarter inch.

Not enough to be rude.

Exactly enough.

Outside In The Vines

I left before cake.

There are moments when staying becomes greed.

I had not come to continue reading …