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“She just tells people he’s an attorney,” Felicia said.
“Well then, I’m happy for all of you,” Morgan said. “Just let me know where I can send your gift.”
Another pause, this time ridiculously long. Then, in the smallest voice Morgan had ever heard from her big sister, Felicia said, “I’m hoping you’ll bring it with you.”
It was Morgan’s turn to sit in silence, nearly dropping the phone from her hand as it went limp momentarily.
She must have misheard. There’s no way Felicia could have been asking what Morgan thought she was asking.
“No,” she finally said. “I mean, I can’t. You know I can’t.”
“But you can. Please.” Her pleading tone was completely out of character. Felicia was usually ordering people around her, not begging them to do things.
“I’m assuming she’ll be there.”
“Of course she will,” Felicia said, annoyance creeping in for the first time in their conversation. “But I want you there, too.”
“I promise you she doesn’t feel the same way.”
“I don’t care about that.” The fierce Felicia that Morgan knew all too well was coming out. The one who’d grown tired of the family battles but had taken a side, nevertheless. “All I care about is that I want my sister there. I want you to be a bridesmaid.”
This just kept getting better.
Morgan couldn’t believe she was actually considering this.
But she loved her sister. Despite everything.
“Can I think about it?”
“Yes, of course,” Felicia said. “But I need to make plans, so can you tell me by next Sunday?”
A week.
A week to decide if she was going to put herself in the line of fire again.
The impulsive side of Morgan wanted to give a quick no. End of discussion.
But the part of her that still loved her sister was winning out.
“Fine. I’ll call you next week.”
Her sister inhaled with joy on the other end of the call. “Thank you. I really hope you’ll come. I miss you.”
“I’ll talk to you next week.”
Morgan ended the call and tossed her phone onto the couch cushion beside her.
“That sounded… interesting.”
Morgan shook her head and turned to Jen and Reginald, who had fallen asleep on his second favorite person’s lap.
“She wants me to be in her wedding.”
Jen’s eyes widened. “Sheesh. That’s a lot. Are you going to do it?”
“She needs to know by next Sunday.” Morgan shrugged. “If it were just her, I’d go in a heartbeat. She hurt me, but she’s still my sister, and she just made a shitty decision in a shitty situation.”
“But it isn’t just her.”
