And eventually, I stopped checking the damaged part of my dress.
Near the end of the reception, Isabella approached.
Nathan noticed before I did and stepped closer.
She stopped several feet away.
“Andrea, could I speak to you?”
I stopped checking the damaged part of my dress.
I looked at her.
Her makeup was still perfect.
Mine wasn’t.
“I only want to apologize.”
Maybe she meant it.
Maybe she’d finally understood.
Maybe tomorrow I would want to hear what she had to say.
But I wasn’t giving her another piece of my wedding night.
“I only want to apologize.”
“Not tonight.”
Isabella’s lips parted.
Nathan said nothing.
Neither did I.
After a moment, she nodded.
Then she walked away.
For once, I had drawn a line and Isabella hadn’t argued about where I’d put it.
***
Around ten, Mom admitted she was exhausted.
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