At my sister’s 300-guest wedding, my mother asked me when I would get married… without imagining that I had been married for 8 months and that the betrayal was sitting beside her in white.
My sister Vanessa’s wedding seemed like one of those celebrations people keep talking about for years, as if they had attended a queen’s coronation rather than a marriage at a vineyard in Napa. There were three hundred guests. An immense white tent erected between rows of perfectly aligned vines. Crystal lamps hung among soft fabrics…
