My Grandma Asked Why I Wasn’t Living in “My” House—Three Days Later, My Parents Went Pale

seating charts, and whether the bridesmaids should wear blush or champagne. I was named a bridesmaid by default—family obligation, not genuine affection. At the first dress fitting, Clare looked me over critically and announced, “You’ve gained weight. The dress is going to need major alterations.” I hadn’t gained weight; I’d gained muscle from finally continue reading …