The morning before my sister’s wedding, our driver suddenly lowered his voice and said, “Lie down on the back seat and cover yourself with a blanket. You need to hear this.” I refused at first, but he insisted, “Trust me.” Half an hour later, I heard Takeo…
The morning before my sister Emily’s wedding looked almost unreal—like a scene carefully arranged for a magazine cover. White roses climbed over every archway of the resort courtyard, stylists hurried past carrying makeup kits, and the air smelled faintly of espresso, hairspray, and fresh linen. Everyone else seemed excited. I felt like my nerves were…
