My Stepsister Asked Me To Make Dresses For Her Six Bridesmaids—Then Refused To Pay Me For The Fabric Or My Work

for me to drink half a cup of cold coffee.

“Amelia,” she said breathlessly, “I desperately need your help.”

I shifted Max to my other arm. “What happened?”

“You know the wedding’s next month, right? I’ve been everywhere trying to find bridesmaid dresses, and nothing works. Different body types, different heights, different opinions. It’s a nightmare.”

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