This wedding would be really remarkable, so I was thrilled when she asked me to be a bridesmaid once again. Over the course of the next year, her ambitious plan became a tight timetable:
Each bridesmaid was given a comprehensive binder listing the authorized gowns, shoes that were carefully colored to match, and even a stringent jewelry list. Silently, tensions simmered.
When I pointed out that the lavender color seemed a little strange during a dress fitting, Camille brushed it off as a result of the lighting and said it was ideal. Our annoyances came.
To the surface later when we assembled favor boxes at Leah’s place. Leah described getting a required calendar invite, and Tara discreetly acknowledged that she had postponed.
A dentist appointment to attend. Always the direct one, Megan said that Camille’s obsession with every little detail had gotten out of hand.
I held on to the recollection of our common history despite our mounting uneasiness. In addition to supporting her bachelorette preparations and co-hosting her shower,
