Three Bags of Cashews and a Dishonest Sister In Law at the Wedding

envelope out and tucked it beneath the cover of the farm registry magazine on the side table.

“There must be a simple banking error, Clara, so do not worry about the dress cost,” I said, forcing my face into a calm, steady smile.

Clara let go of her hair and looked down at the lace. “Beatrice said she was going to handle the florist bill tomorrow.”

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