Substitute No More
For this wedding, I didn’t have any bridesmaids of my own. Instead, Sandra had invited Stella’s friends.
In the makeup room, they didn’t even bother to hide their mockery.
“Stella really had bad luck. Died young, and now this country bumpkin gets to take her place.”
“So what? Everyone knows she’s just a stand-in. Mr. Davidson loves Stella. Mr. and Mrs. Walker love Stella, too.”
I didn’t care about their sneers and gossip. However, one of them suddenly threw a pillow straight at my head.