Erasing My Name From Her Wedding
Language: en
During the wedding rehearsal, when the celebrant called the best man, Oliver, the groom for the third consecutive time, I was still clutching the wedding itinerary I’d stayed up until 3:00 a.m. revising for the seventh time. Victoria only offered a soft, dismissive laugh, her fingers casually reaching up to straighten the silk bowtie on Oliver’s tuxedo. “Let’s just have Oliver walk through it with me first,” she said, her voice smooth and practical. “His memory is sharper than yours, Henry. Let’s not waste everyone's afternoon.” From the front pews, a few of her childhood friends and…