All I can think is... Should I have done anything differently?
But I still love a wedding, and getting dressed in heels and something pretty is a great break from the same old, same old. Look good, feel good is my motto.
Naama texts she’ll be here in five. I take one final peek into the mirror, shrug, call out instructions to everyone, grab my clutch, and am outside just as she pulls up.
“Sarala is making a bar mitzvahhhh,” she singsongs, “in exactly—”
I swallow. “15 days.”
Naama slams on the brakes at a red. “Omigosh, really? Girl, that’s like tomorrow. Are you ready?”
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