The Final Straw
At the reception, the bridesmaids glowed in my dresses. Guests whispered, “Who designed these?” over and over. I saw Jade’s jaw tighten with every compliment not directed at her gown.
Then I overheard her at the bar, laughing with a friend.
“Free labor. She’s so easy to manipulate. I could probably get her to sew curtains if I asked nicely enough.”
Something inside me went cold.
