At her wedding, my sister told me my boyfriend couldn’t be in the family photos because he’d “ruin the aesthetic.” I bit my tongue then, but what she did at the reception was the last straw! In one move, I made sure she’d regret her cruelty.
The country venue my sister had chosen for her wedding looked like something ripped straight from a luxury magazine spread: all rustic beams and manicured gardens. It screamed money without actually saying it out loud.
“You think she’ll like it?” Jamie asked, reaching into the backseat for the wine gift bag we’d spent way too much time picking out at the local shop.
I knew my sister too well. “Honestly? No, but I will.”