Because the contracts legally belonged to the woman she had just declared wasn’t family.
Confirmation emails arrived one after another.
Then I switched off my phone.
Across town, Mom was waking up at Jessica’s house to help her prepare.
Hair and makeup were scheduled for nine.
At some point that morning, Diane saw my message.
Good. Real family can pay for the venue themselves.
She laughed.
Aunt Carol told me that later.
At 7:30, Gail arrived for final preparations.
Diane read my message aloud.
“Look at this,” Diane said,
