Mom leaned back in her chair, her expression earnest. She was, you know, helping here, after all. “It’s something to consider. Wedding photos do last forever, and you don’t want to embarrass yourself.” The room went silent. I wanted to disappear. Mimi reached for her iced tea, took a slow sip, and set it down with a thunk. “Did you know, Bobbie Jo here used to carry around a few extra pounds? Chubby little thing when she was little.” Eyes narrowed, she turned to her daughter. “Now, you’re skinny and a bitch. Eat some cake, honey. We’d all appreciate it.”
