The Night Before My Wedding, My Parents Cut My Wedding

through the chapel with more calm than I feel, “I need to explain why I’m not wearing the dress everyone expected.”

My mother lowers her eyes.

My father’s jaw tightens.

Tyler sits back, suddenly less amused.

I look at them for one second, then at the rest of the room.

“Last night, all four of my wedding dresses were destroyed in my childhood bedroom.”

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