The First Blow
Two days before the wedding, I carried the six finished gowns to Jade’s house. Each one fit like it had been born for its wearer.
She barely looked up from her phone. “Just hang them in the spare room.”
I swallowed my irritation. “About the payment…”
Her brows lifted in mock confusion. “Payment? Oh, Amelia. These are your wedding gift to me, obviously. What else were you going to give me? A toaster?”
My stomach dropped. “That money was for Max’s winter clothes—”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re at home all day. This gave you something to do. You should be thanking me.”
I left before she saw me cry.
