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“Thanks. What’s up?”

“Are you up to family dinner tonight?”

“What time is it?”

“Noon.”

“Oh. Okay. I am having a big food day, so I will cram as much in as I can.”

“Oh. Right. I will put in another roast.”

“Thanks. When do you want me there?”

“Four. We are having a family meeting about Cori’s school trip.”

“Why? Mom. She can’t go.”

“Of course, she can. She earned it.”

“Let me take her to the islands then.”

“She wants to travel with her friends, Win. Come at four. We will discuss it.”

Win growled, and her body flexed. “We will discuss it. If you send her, I am going as a chaperone.”

“Win. You can’t.”

“Put it in for a point of discussion. If she goes, I go.”

Her mother sighed. “Of course, Win.”

She said, “Okay. Off to eat. See you in a few hours.”

Win hung up, stretched, and went to get dressed. Her first delivery was arriving in twenty minutes, and she still needed to make her backups of the wedding photos. She didn’t screw with people’s memories.

Win set up the hard drive and began the raw copies. Those were for her. Her next few days were going to be spent editing and tidying up the files.

She started to work on the files while she waited for her food. Most of them needed some light cropping, and a few needed brightening, but all in all, she had had a pretty good day.

The pasta arrived, and she kept working. She drank plenty of coffee, had three rounds of takeout, and had gone through the first five hundred images, uploading a batch of them to the private gallery.

She worked right up until the moment she had to leave. The more she did now, the less she would have to do later.

Win saved everything to a separate hard drive and put her shoes on. The photos could not be recreated easily, so she copied the hell out of things and kept her files for one year after any wedding she worked.

She put on a jacket and got her purse and her keys. Time to head out and drive the twenty minutes to her parents’ house.

Win locked her apartment and skipped down the stairs to her car. She got in, buckled up, and was on her way.

When they were all sitting around the table, her mom asked, “So, Win, you were at a wedding yesterday?”

“Yes.” She nodded. “It was pretty. The bride was lovely.”

Her dad smiled. “Ever think of having one of those for yourself?”

She looked at her father and raised a brow. “That’s a doubter.”

He sighed. “Come on. You are the oldest. It is strange that Maggie got married before you.”

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