I hadn’t tried on yet. And there, at the end, was one I’d walked past. A dark green dress. Simple. Soft fabric that moved. Not tight. Not baggy. Just… a dress.
I tried it on.
I looked in the mirror.
For the first time in a very long time, I didn’t see what Max saw.
I just saw me. In a green dress. With my sister standing behind me, crying a little.
“That one,” Kate said.
“That one,” I agreed.
The wedding was on a Saturday in June. At a country club outside the city, the kind with a long tree-lined driveway and a white tent on the lawn and a string quartet playing by the fountain.
Max picked the girls up the night before. He wanted them at the rehearsal dinner. Ava hugged me tight at the door.
“Will you be there tomorrow?” she whispered.
“I’ll be there. The
