My Parents Sold My $512,000 Townhouse While I Was in Surgery—Then the Buyer’s Name Led Straight to My Sister’s Wedding
Smaller flowers spilled over the rims.
She brought lemon pastries, two forks, and a proposal tied with a gold ribbon.
For several minutes, we talked like sisters.
“These are pretty,” I said.
“They’re twenty thousand.”
“For flowers?”
“For the whole package.
Ceremony, reception, everything.”