My parents skipped my wedding to attend my stepsister’s.
I didn’t hear it from a relative. I didn’t hear it through gossip. I heard it from my dad—one cold text that popped up while I was getting my makeup done.
Don’t make this hard. We’ll celebrate later.
That was it.
I stared at the message until the words went blurry. The makeup artist asked if I was okay.
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