My sister has walked down the aisle five times—yes, five—and every time she wanted the full production. By round five, I could give my toast in my sleep, so I did… and accidentally performed a rerun. The new groom, Rami, cocked an eyebrow, then found me after the reception. “Didn’t you say the exact same thing when she married Stefan?” he asked. I blinked. “You were there?” “Back row,” he said, “next to the lady in the bright yellow hat.” I swallowed. “Right. So… familiar material.” He smirked. “No harm done. Let’s just hope this one sticks.” I laughed politely,...
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