On the day that's meant to celebrate her, Anna is asked to step aside — again. But this time, she won't stay quiet. In a wedding filled with unspoken truths and long-held loyalties, Anna decides to reclaim the one thing she was never given freely: her place.
I already knew my sister was going to wear white to my wedding.
She wouldn't ask, of course. She wouldn't check either. She would just decide — the way she always had — and expect the rest of us to move around her like her personal paparazzi.
I already knew my sister was going to wear white to my wedding.
I imagined our mother adjusting the veil with theatrical care, and our father offering his arm like it was the most natural thing in the world.
I imagined all three of them walking into my wedding as if it were Emily's chance at love.
But I promised myself that whatever they threw my way, it definitely wouldn't go how they planned.
I imagined all three of them walking into my wedding as if it were Emily's chance at love.
The family dinner had been Bryan's idea.
"It's just a dinner, Anna," he'd said. "Just a few hours, my love. One meal, no landmines."
"I know," I said, fussing in return. "But why do you want to do it?"
"It's just a dinner, Anna."
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