She stood near the entrance, greeting relatives in a gorgeous blue gown.
She wore it like nothing about the choice was unusual.
I’d spent money on a whole new dress because Vanessa specifically asked me not to wear that color.
And there she was.
What the hell?
I was already annoyed.
Then I looked around.
Even two of her aunts were wearing blue.
They all had matching little corsages too.
It was not an accidental color choice. Whatever those women were wearing, it had clearly been coordinated.
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