My cousin stole my boyfriend, my job, and even my mother’s wedding dress, but on her wedding day, my grandmother stepped up to the altar and shattered the entire family with a single sentence. And just when I thought they couldn’t humiliate me anymore, she placed the proof in my hand that I was always the intended bride of that house.
Then my grandmother dropped her cane against the floor with a sharp thud that made half the room turn around. It wasn’t the feeble tap of a fragile old woman. It was a command. One of those ancient orders born in people accustomed to being obeyed without having to repeat themselves. The musicians stopped mid-note….
