for a sister. Most brides prefer their mother to take the lead.”
I looked toward Diane, waiting for her to defend me.
Anything would have been enough.
Actually, Myra’s handling most of the logistics.
Or even:
“We’re glad she’s here.”
Instead, Mom nodded and agreed that I should probably step back.
That was the first cut.
It came from my own mother in front of a stranger.
What I didn’t understand yet was that Diane had given Gail a very selective version of the story.
When Gail asked who was
