I Waited Until Rehearsal Dinner

satisfaction.

“The dress.”

“Twelve thousand.”

“The flowers.”

“Almost nine.”

“The venue.”

“Twenty-six.”

“Catering.”

“Forty-three.”

“The honeymoon.”

“Nineteen.”

She looked up proudly.

“I stopped counting after a while.”

Mom slowly put down her fork.

“Emily…”

“Altogether?”

She smiled wider.

“Just under two hundred thousand.”

Every face turned toward me.

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