The cavalry had arrived.
Mark walked in, ignoring me, comforting
Tiffany, wiping her tears. “Don’t cry. It’s the
wedding tomorrow. Swollen eyes won’t be
pretty. You said you wanted to be the most
beautiful bridesmaid.”
Tiffany cried harder, “Mark, my sister said I
can’t go to the wedding!”
Mark exploded, turning on me, “Apologize to
Tiffany! How could you be so unreasonable?!”
I scoffed, “Mark, are you my husband or
Tiffany’s?”
He seethed, “What nonsense! She’s our
cousin! You’re being so competitive!”
Tiffany, smug, whimpered, “Honey, don’t fight
with her. It’s my fault. Sister, I’m sorry.”
He insisted I apologize. This had happened
く
before. I’d always thought Mark and I had a
great relationship. I’d considered Mark’s
kindness toward Tiffany as a result of his
affection for me.
I hadn’t realized how wrong I was, until it was
too late. I didn’t apologize. I held up my
phone, “Maybe I’m too bad to see my
mistakes. But I filmed everything. Let’s see
what everyone thinks.”
Five:
Tiffany and Mark lunged for my phone.
“What are you doing?! Those internet trolls
will make things worse!”
“Yes, sister, Mark and I are innocent!”
I held up the phone, “You wanted an apology?
I need to show you where I went wrong
before I apologize.”
Mark panicked, “You’re not at fault! I’m
wrong. I shouldn’t have made you apologize.
You’re my wife; you’re always right.”
Tiffany echoed, “It’s my fault! I shouldn’t have
picked those wedding dresses! Sister, please
don’t post it!”
