While the women quickly launch onto the safer ground of floral arrangements and color themes for the ceremony, I try on ten more outfits that I don’t even see. It wouldn’t matter if I did—before I can even attempt to form an opinion, my mom or one of her ridiculous friends makes up their minds for me and then I’m being unzipped and shoved into the next thing.
This is how they break you, I think. They make fighting back and having your own opinion so exhausting that it’s easier to let them have control.
By the end of it, we have a tidy stack of things laid up in the back corner that are Alexander-approved. My mom hands them to Satan and Blondie to take to the front of the store.
“If it had been me, I would have done a lot more damage,” Blondie says with a wink. “There’s always time, thou
