With a huge Cheshire-cat smile on her face, Joan pressed the white envelope into my hand right after Mass. The word “confidential” was written next to my name. I was puzzled. “Open it later,” she said, with that grin that wouldn’t quit. When I did, I understood both her delight and her discretion. The mystery envelope contained an invitation to Joan’s wedding recept (...)
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The Invitation
BUT WHAT TO WEAR AT THE RECEPTION?
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