EPILOGUEEVERY DAY AFTERWHITNEY“Whitney, if you cry again, I swear to God I’m starting your makeup over.”“I’m not crying.”Aurora stared at me through the mirror.A tear rolled down my cheek.She pointed.“What is that?”“An allergy.”From the sofa behind us, Enzo snorted.I twisted around.“Why are you in here?”He looked offended.“Security.”“You are sitting on a pink sofa eating strawberries.”“Security requires calories.”Aurora spun toward him.“Those are mine!”Enzo looked down at the bowl.“Were.”“Get out!”She threw a makeup sponge at him.Enzo caught it.“Violence on a wedding day.”“OUT!”He stood.“Fine.”He grabbed three more strawberries.Aurora gasped.“You asshole!”The door closed behind him.I started laughing.Which made me cry harder.Aurora looked at the ceiling.“I hate this family.”“No, you don’t.”“No.”Her expression softened as she looked at me in the mirror.“I really don’t.”Neither did I.That still surprised me sometimes.Family had once meant fear.
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