were supposed to wear blue or black.
Men had to wear tuxedos.
No patterned ties.
No casual jackets.
Professional photos at exactly 7:30.
Family portrait before dessert.
She had emailed everyone a three-page schedule.
When Simon and I arrived, my father-in-law, Dave, spotted us first.
“There they are!”
He crossed the room and hugged Simon before turning to me.
“You look lovely, Jennifer.”
“Thank you.”
Then Clara saw me.
Her eyes immediately dropped to my dress.
“That is NOT what I ordered.”
“No,” I said calmly.
She looked me
