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

Look at you.

Is that a polyester blend?

You always did have such a gift for finding sensible, affordable things.” Her smile thinned.

“Rosalie was honestly frightened you’d turn up in some drab pantsuit.

Do try to look happy today, will you?

The Fairchilds are very important people.

Rosalie is marrying into real institutional power.

So do try not to embarrass us all by sitting in your corner looking like a wet weekend.”