Autumn We get there in plenty of time, and I take a deep breath, plastering a hopefully convincing smile on my face as we walk in.My mother is already holding court, and I give her a wide berth, not wanting to get into some argument or tense discussion with her tonight. My dad is standing nearby, holding her wine glass, and I bypass him too.One of the bridesmaids, one of Rhiannon’s friends from college, comes over to me, all smiles. “Autumn,” she says. “It’s good to see you.”“You too,” I say, trying to remember if she’s Anabelle or Tiffany.Most of Rhiannon’s bridesmaids look alike in that beautiful blonde way, and in fancy dresses and heavy make-up, they’re even harder to keep straight.“And these must be your men,” she practically purrs, looking at all three of the guys in turn.“Anabelle Hamilton.” She holds her hand out, like she’s expecting them to kiss the back of it, but they just take turns shaking her hand instead.All but Luke, who gestures at his splinted wrist and shru
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