I Will Be Your Permanent Thorn
Language: en
The day the wedding vows were revised for the third time, Devin and Margot got into another screaming match. One was my older sister. The other was my fiancé. Margot insisted on cutting the line "for richer or poorer." She said it felt tired and incredibly cliché. Devin scoffed. "What do you know about it? The classics carry weight. That's the whole point." They argued in the church aisles, they argued through the tasting menu at the restaurant. They fought over the word count of the vows and tore each other apart over the processional music. By early evening, Margot called me. "I…