He worked in finance, drove a Tesla, and had a family beach house on Kaioa Island.
My parents loved him. More importantly, he came from money, and that meant Melissa’s wedding could be the event my mother had been dreaming about since Melissa was born.
I was living in Atlanta when my mother called to tell me the news.
“We’re so happy,” she gushed. “Brendan’s family is wonderful. This is going to be the wedding of the year, Amanda. You’ll be there. Of course. Of course.”
She didn’t ask if I wanted to be a bridesmaid.
She just assumed I’d show up, sit quietly, and watch my sister live the life I’d never have.
And I did for a while. The wedding planning started immediately.
My mother called me once a month with updates.
The venue, a historic plantation estate outside Charleston.
The flowers, imported peies and garden roses.
