My mom was an only daughter and although my dad had siblings, we had barely met them. His sister, Aunt Clara was only twenty-four years old. The last time we. had met, about a year ago when I had visited her in Toronto, she was married to her job as Creator Program Manager at an online platform for both writers and readers.
In short, all my life I had never been invited to a wedding before. It sounded impossible but it was the truth. Usually, when my parents' friends were getting married, my mom and dad went alone. I supposed it would be rude to join them when the invitation clearly marked two persons and not two and a half.
"Autumn dear, are you still there?"
Audrey's voice dragged me back to reality and I blinked several times, cursing myself for letting my mind drifted away. "Yes. Sorry, I was..." I cleared my throat then continued, "surprised, I guess. I thought Shanelle would be your bridesmaid."
