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
Landed, Zachary had written. In the car.
Fifteen minutes out.
How bad?
Standard, I wrote. They’ve seated me next to the kitchen.
They are going to regret every second of that.
I love you.
Chapter 11 — The Wine
After the speeches I stood, and made my way toward the edge of the dance floor to look at the ice sculptures — really to move, to put my back to my family for a moment and breathe.
