My mother smiled lightly. “How much is it?” The question sounded nonchalant, but only almost. I heard the catch in her throat, and my stomach sank
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I ’d been engaged for all of 43 hours when I learned the 11th Commandment: A kallah has to look good.
It was my mother’s idea to shop for a new dress for my vort. Frankly, I was shocked. I’d made peace with wearing my green chiffon dress from my cousin Blimi’s wedding, but hey, if my mother offered, I definitely wouldn’t protest.
If we were doing this, we weren’t going to Fashionista.
“They’re like five years behind the times,” I whined. They were also five times cheaper than Rachel Greene, but come on. Mimi Margolis would faint if I told her we were going to Fashionista. Besides, Naftali’s sisters were real Rachel Greene type of people. I knew my mother understood. But go convince my father. Men…
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