Where did you get that ring

was the day I had emptied part of my savings because Vivian cried and said, “You’re my sister. You’re supposed to want me to have a perfect wedding.”

And now she stood in front of me, blocking the door as if I were something dirty being kept out of a clean room.

I looked past her at the bridesmaids.

Three of them suddenly found the floor fascinating.

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