My sister lifted her glass, called me “just a nurse” in front of the entire wedding, and the room laughed with her—until the groom’s father looked straight at me like he’d seen a ghost and said five words that changed the air in the room

to toe in three seconds. Then she leaned toward Victoria and whispered something. Victoria glanced over her shoulder, looked at me, and turned away.

I read her lips.

She’s fine.

Meaning I was plain enough not to cause problems.

I unfolded my napkin, looked at the menu. Chilean sea bass, roasted endive, crème brûlée. Each dish probably cost more than what continue reading …