Epilogue #2
“You look so beautiful,” my cousin Genevieve breathes, pulling my veil down.
“So do you.”
“Pssh,” she waves a hand while the other rests on her belly. Her nice, round, pregnant belly. “This is your day.” She takes my arm and turns me to the mirror. “Look at you.”
“Look at you. You’re glowing.”
“So are you.” We grin at our reflections. My cousin is willowy, I’m curvy, but we’re both stunning. Why did I ever think it was a competition? There’s enough beauty in the world for both of us. “Now go sit. I know your feet are killing you.” Genevieve didn’t want to be a bridesmaid, in case of early labor, but she insisted on helping me with as much of the wedding planning as possible while I was busy with my first tax season as an independent bookkeeper. “You did the same for me,” s
