was soaking in pool chemicals while my sister laughed.
“If he’s so crazy about her, he can dive in and rescue the dress himself,” Camila remarked, her voice dripping with a casual malice that silenced the remaining murmurs. She looked around at our cousins, seeking approval for her wit. To her, this was just another prank in a lifetime of “teasing” that our family had spent decades excusing as a personality quirk.
We had already completed our civil ceremony in Colombia, but the church wedding scheduled for five days from
