"The prank."
"Which part?"
He looked confused.
"The whole thing."
"No. Tell me what you did wrong."
He sighed.
"I shouldn't have pushed you."
"Why?"
"Because you're upset."
That answer ended something in me.
He still thought my reaction was the problem.
I nodded. "Okay."
"Okay, what?"
"Now I know."
I went inside with Mom and Nicole.
It took both of them to help peel the dress off me.
My skin was red where the beading had rubbed.
Nicole held up my short reception dress.
I shook my head. "No."
Mom found sweatpants and an old college sweatshirt from my overnight bag.
I wore those out of my wedding venue.
When we returned outside, about half the guests had left.
Ryan's friends were gone.
Ryan stood near the bar with his brother.
He approached me.
"Can we please go home and talk?"
