answer.
Dave interrupted her.
“Ask them.”
So the photographer did.
People stood wherever they wanted.
One aunt stayed seated because her knees were hurting.
A cousin removed the wrap Clara had insisted she wear.
Another relative loosened his tie.
And I stood directly beside Simon.
Exactly where I wanted to be.
Right before the picture was taken, I leaned toward him.
“Do I look okay?”
Simon looked at me.
“Are you comfortable?”
I glanced down at the dress I had chosen myself.
“Yes.”
“Then you look perfect.”
Click.
Later that
