Lauren lifted her coffee mug to her lips and took a sip, the hot liquid soothing the dryness in her mouth and down her throat. She sighed, and that simple sip of coffee allowed the tension to seep out of her shoulders.
It was her wedding day, and her brother had come from California. He’d brought his wife and children, and Lauren had survived the dinner last night.
She took another sip of coffee, mentally telling herself to be fair. She hadn’t just survived the dinner—she’d enjoyed it. Jess and Rena had brought both of their daughters, and there had been hugging and smiling when they’d met at a steak and seafood joint where Lauren loved their artichoke dip. She’d barely eaten more than a few chips, and her stomach still didn’t feel entirely settled.
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