At My Daughter’s Wedding, My Husband Gave His Mistress My Seat and Told Me to Sit in the Back—Then the Groom’s Father Walked Past Him and Said, “Laura, I’ve Finally Found You”
Not perfectly.
The first zipper was ugly.
The first custom bodice took three attempts.
I cut a sleeve backward once.
Threw fabric across the room.
Then laughed.
No one was there to tell me the mistake proved sewing was useless.
I simply tried again.