“You look beautiful.”
Naturally, I hugged her anyway.
At the altar, Colin took one look at me and wiped his eyes.
“Oh my God, you look beautiful.”
“You’re supposed to save the crying for the vows,” I whispered.
“Too late.”
She beamed.
Then he caught Paige’s eye.
“You did an incredible job, sweetheart.”
She beamed.
The ceremony was everything I’d hoped for.
Unfortunately, the reception came with Joyce.
Linda glanced down.
She spent the first hour inspecting everyone’s outfits as though she’d been hired to judge a fashion competition.
Her favorite target was Colin’s Aunt Linda, who carried an older handbag.
“Linda, sweetheart, they do make handbags this century.”
Linda glanced down.
“I know. But this one has something yours doesn’t.”
“Sentimental value.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
“Sentimental value.”
I nearly choked on my champagne.
Joyce wasn’t finished. Ten minutes later, she loudly announced that her own handbag cost more than Linda’s entire outfit.
