“My dad owns every law firm in this province,” the lawyer’s daughter laughed after ramming her brand-new Tesla into my old Subaru

also texting the planner about seating cards and listening for the twins to stop bickering over a hair clip. Oliver was staying at his parents’ house across town because his mother, Sarah, claimed it would be “bad luck” for him to sleep at our place so close to the ceremony. Sarah believed in the sort of traditions people use selectively, usually when continue reading …