Where did you get that ring

pressed her lips together like she wanted to disappear.

My cousin Brooke, Vivian’s maid of honor, gave me a pitying look that somehow hurt worse than Vivian’s words.

I shifted the garment bag over my arm. Inside was the bridesmaid dress Vivian had approved, altered, rejected, approved again, then demanded I wear with “real shapewear, not the cheap kind.continue reading …