tightened.
I scrolled further.
A second message appeared.
“Make sure someone photographs her ruined makeup before the ceremony.”
I faced Mom.
“You knew?”
She remained quiet.
“Mom, you knew Vanessa was planning to humiliate me?”
Patricia immediately grew defensive.
“You’ve always acted like you’re better than us!”
My voice trembled.
“Because I’m getting married?”
Vanessa gave a bitter laugh.
“Everything always works out for you, Emily. You got the perfect fiancé, the perfect job, the perfect life.”
I stared back.
“I worked for everything I have.”
“Whatever,” she snapped.
Catherine
