Our mother joined her, her expression a mix of confusion and silent reproach. “This isn’t over,” Vanessa finally said, her voice softer, almost contemplative.

“You’re right,” I agreed. “It’s just beginning. Time to think about what really matters.”

With that, I turned and walked away, leaving behind the glitter and the drama. The Charleston sun warmed my back, and for the first time since I’d set foot in that bridal shop, I felt a sense of clarity. Whatever came next, it would be on equal terms, or not at all.