She sighed.
“We’re spending thousands on photography. Her skin condition will draw attention and ruin the aesthetic. Please don’t make this difficult.”
I couldn’t believe what I had heard.
“You’re ashamed of your own niece?”
“Stop being dramatic! It’s my wedding!”
I hung up shaking with anger.
At first, I decided not to attend at all. How could I celebrate someone who treated my daughter like that?
But that night, an idea came to me.
Amanda wanted perfect wedding pictures. Fine.
I would make sure nothing ruined her precious pictures.
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