The wedding was in two weeks. The invitations had gone out. The venue was booked. The caterer had been paid. The flowers were ordered. And I was standing in my studio, looking at a dress that did not belong to a wedding anymore, trying to figure out what I was going to do.
I called June.
"I need to tell them," I said.
"Tell who what?"
"Everyone. The truth. About the foundation. About the registry. About the dress."
"You want to blow it up."
"I want to stop pretending."
June was quiet. Then she said, "You don't have to blow it up. You can just walk away."
"That's not enough."
"Revenge is not a business plan."
"It's not revenge. It's information. They've been running a scheme. The guests should know. The family friends should know. And I should not be the only person who knows."
J
