At My Brother’s Wedding, They Gave Me A “Limited Access” Badge

and walked away, her heels clicking purposefully against the tile floor.

I stood there holding the badge, the thin paper already bending slightly under the pressure of my fingers. The edges curled inward like they were trying to hide the words printed on them.

For a moment, I tried to make it make sense. Weddings are chaos, I told myself. Guest lists continue reading …