They Treated Me Like A Servant At My Sister’s Wedding—Until The Groom’s Father Spoke

vision and my aesthetic. But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you? What are you wearing, anyway? Is that… is that polyester?” She said the word “polyester” the way other people might say “sewage” or “plague.”

“It’s a cotton-poly blend,” I corrected mildly. “It’s comfortable and it travels well without wrinkling.”

“It’s depressing,” Jessica continue reading …