Chapter 8 - Send Me That OneLater that evening, the coordinator held up Camille's original blue dress. "Would you like us to reorder this in your correct size?"
I looked at it once, then shook my head. "No, thank you." I handed it back myself.
Toward the end of the night, one of the grandchildren showed Camille a candid photo taken during all the chaos. Rowan's tie was crooked. Someone in the background was laughing with their mouth wide open. Another relative wasn't even looking at the camera. And I was holding a forkful of cake.
Nothing about it was perfectly arranged.
Camille stared at the screen. "Delete—" Then she stopped. She looked at it again. For several seconds nobody said anything.
Finally she murmured, "…Send me that one."
May you like
Across the room, I took another bite of cake. Camille noticed.
For once, she kept her opinion to herself.
