On the day of the celebration, I put on the dress I had chosen (the dress would be the only thing I had chosen; everything else was selected by Grandpa, with a little input from Jack. I just didn't have the time, and Jack, although less busy, still had to do a lot of showings of his apartment).
Joe invited his uncle to the party, so maybe I could speak to him there. I hoped.
My mother did my hair and makeup.
"I didn't get to do it for your wedding," she said when she insisted on it.
I let her do it, the memory of how she braided my hair when I was a kid giving me warm comfort.
Jack slept and bathed with me, pointing out this wasn't our real wedding. This was just a small ceremony we would do for public consumption, to announce it to the world.
Mother still kicked him out before I put
