“Darling,” Cecelia said, “John and Linda are just very sweetly saying thank you.” “Oh, no need,” Richard said, smiling, eyes unfocused. He placed a hand on her father’s shoulder, swaying slightly. “Only the best for our kids, right?” he slurred, and her father shuffled. Cecelia pulled Piglet closer. “And sweet of you,” she addressed Piglet’s parents, “to have bought the dress.” “We wanted to make a contribution,” her father nodded, not looking at his daughter. Piglet stood up straighter, pulling her shoulders down, shrugging off her mother-in-law. Cecelia nodded, her nose wrinkled with a
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