The first time Lila asked me for wedding help, she held up a makeup artist’s Instagram page and said, “Be honest, Yara. Can this woman contour sadness out of a face?”
I laughed.
That was mistake number one.
Mistake number two came three weeks later in a bridal boutique when my younger sister pressed both hands to a satin dress and said, “I want this one.”
That was mistake number one.
I looked at the tag, then at her.
“Lila, that dress is $9,000.”