“
Di’s bouquet trembled in her hands. “Greg slept with my bridesmaid.”
“Susie?” Min said, not surprised but sick just the same. “I knew she—”
“Worse,” Di said.”
“How could it be worse?” Min said and then the other shoe dropped. “Karen?”
Di nodded.
“Oh,” Min said, trying to think of what to say as her rage rose. “Oh, honey.” She put her arm around Di. “Tell me this was before he proposed to you and not—”
“Last night,” Di whispered, and Min took a deep breath, corset or not.
“Son of a fucking bitch.”
“Thank you,” Di said, and sniffed.
“That whore, I swear I’ll rip out every hair on her goddamn head.” Min held Di tighter. “I’ll nail her fucking chignon to the church door, the miserable bitch. And Dad will take Greg apart. He’s been wanting to for months.
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