By Saturday, I had rejected three dresses because of what he’d once said about my stomach, two because of my arms and one because I could practically hear him asking whether I owned a mirror.
Eventually, I chose the dress I liked before I started imagining his opinion.
Max had trained me well.
Edward picked me up.
There was a large cardboard box in the back of his car.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Donation stuff.”
I didn’t ask again.
There was a large cardboard box in the back of his car.
***
The wedding was enormous.
Flowers everywhere. White tablecloths. Champagne. A venue with enough chandeliers to illuminate a small airport.
Our daughters were thrilled.
The wedding was enormous.
My three-year-old had already acquired frosting from somewhere despite the cake not being cut.
