relatives laughed. Others offered awkward half-sincere smiles reserved for funerals and uncomfortable interactions.
“Hi, Chloe,” Mom said, appearing behind Mia. Her eyes flicked from my navy dress—simple, bought on sale—to my shoes, to my bare neck. Faint disappointment tightened her mouth. “You look… fine.”
“You made it,” Dad nodded like I was a colleague continue reading …