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Savannah
July 9, 2016
When Steph had gotten married, I’d still been in high school. She’d worn an empire Cinderella gown, and we’d all hated our yellow floor-length dresses. Eve had worn a smart white power suit when she married her wife in Chicago. She’d foregone bridesmaids and told us all to wear casual attire. But Elle was maybe the most stunning of all in a bohemian dress, complete with a flower crown.
I loved her dress even if the flowing dresses she’d picked for the rest of us looked ridiculous. Not to mention the decision to get married outside in Savannah in July.
“I’m going to sweat through this before the ceremony,” Steph grumbled.
Eve crossed her arms. “She should be f*****g glad I wore the goddamn dress.”
“At least she didn’t try to do your hair.”
Eve looked at me i
