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“Why are we bribing people to come to the wedding?”
“For the last time, it’s not a bribe, it’s a gift. To thank people for coming.”
“Isn’t that what the thank you notes are for?”
Marianne slammed her hands on the table, scattering swatches and samples to the floor. “‘We can’t elope’, you said. ‘Mom would never let me hear the end of it,’ you said. If we have to have a wedding, we’re going to do it right. So stop whining and pick a color!”