He shrugged. « Same thing, I guess. »
I should have paid more attention to moments like that.
I thought maybe he just needed time to understand us.
By the Fourth of July, we had been engaged for four months. We were already arguing more than I liked, but not enough to break the picture in my mind.
Wedding planning, managing money, and life in general were stressful. That was what I told myself.
So I wore my white sundress with the little blue flowers on it. I curled my hair.
I brought the pie my mom asked for. And I told myself this would be a good day.
At first, it was.
When Edwin and I walked in, my grandmother held her arms out and said, « There are my newlyweds-to-be. »
Edwin kissed her cheek and smiled, saying, « Hi, Grace. »
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