2/ At My Sister’s Wedding, My Son Grabbed My Hand and Whispered, ‘Mom… We Need
fierce plan.On the day of the wedding, I didn’t wear the boutique dress. I didn’t wear the one Lora sent. I wore a new one—a black silk gown, bold and elegant. The room fell silent when I entered. People whispered. Lora looked furious. Neil looked confused. And when I reached the altar, I didn’t say…
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