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She wanted attention.
Every moment had to belong to her.
At my college graduation, she arrived wearing a white dress that looked suspiciously bridal and cried louder than anyone else in the audience.
At my engagement dinner, Brandon’s mother stood to give a heartfelt toast.
Halfway through it, Regina interrupted.
“I’m sorry,” she said dramatically, dabbing at her eyes. “I just get emotional about weddings. I waited a long time to finally feel like this family was mine too.”
The entire room went awkwardly silent.
That was Regina’s specialty.
Making someone else’s moment about herself.
Then she discovered the veil.
The first time she saw it, I had spread it across the dining room table while researching restoration options.
She ran her fingers over the lace.
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