I Waited Until Rehearsal Dinner

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“We’re family.”

“You’re a thief.”

That landed.

Not because it was harsh. Because it was plain.

Across the table, my cousin Dana had stopped pretending not to record. Her phone was angled low, but I saw the red dot. Dana had been documenting everybody’s expensive plates and fake-laughing to post little wedding snippets. Now she was filming the useful part.continue reading …