edges.
At least, that was how I understood their relationship.
A week before the wedding, Vanessa called me.
I was sitting at my kitchen table drinking coffee when her name appeared on my phone.
“Joan, would you mind not wearing blue to the wedding?”
The request caught me off guard.
I had already purchased a navy dress.
It had taken me weeks to find something I genuinely liked. It was elegant without being flashy, flattering without being uncomfortable, and practical enough for an entire day of wedding activities.
“Is there
