My stepsister slapped me at her wedding, and then her groom said my full name and everything changed
For a brief second, all I saw was light. Gold from the chandeliers, silver from the mirrored wall behind the bar, the glitter of five hundred glasses raised in celebration. My cheek burned. The skin just below my eye throbbed in a hot, immediate pulse. Somewhere a woman gasped. Somewhere else, someone laughed. Then the…