“Okay, but if you step on my dress one more time, I’m going to kill you, literally. I will take this fork and stab you in a place you don’t want to be stabbed,” Max growls at me, her teeth looking even more white than usual with the dark lipstick she chose to wear with her navy-blue dress. Her hair’s still that burgundy color, the one that she’s kept for months and months now, adding to the whole witchy vibe to her outfit.
Which wouldn’t make sense at a traditional wedding, but this is Vick’s wedding, and it’s happening during Halloween weekend.
I’m so freaking excited it’s unreal.
Guests are allowed to dress up but still look glamorous, and since we’re such a tight-knit family and Vick is afraid of crowds on a good day, we top maybe a hundred people that’ll show up at the reception la
