At My Sister’s $5 Million Wedding, My Father Poured Wine Down My Dress and Called Me a Pathetic Spinster on the Microphone. I Made One Phone Call
He made it a lie.
And I think I loved him from the moment I understood that he was not going to try to fix a single thing about me — that he had looked at all of it, the severity and the coldness and the terrible focus, and had decided to come home to it, on purpose, for the rest of his life.
Chapter 6 — The One Pure Thing
We married two years ago, in a small and deeply private ceremony on a cliff above the sea in Amalfi.