My Sister Arrived At My Wedding Wearing A White Bridal Gown

between the Chex and the instant oatmeal.

“What did they say?”

Marcy went quiet for a second.

“Do you want the clean version or the exact version from Lydia at Renwick?”

“Exact.”

“She said, ‘Your bride’s sister is either having a nervous breakdown or auditioning to be slapped with a ham.’”

I snorted so hard an old man pushing yogurt stared at me.

That night continue reading …