They laughed when I sat at the back table. “She’s obviously just a plus-one,” the bride whispered, not bothering to lower her voice. I smiled and stayed silent—until the groom froze at the altar, stared straight at me, and said into the microphone, “Laney… what are you doing here?” That’s when the room went quiet. Because nobody there knew who I really was. And the wedding was about to end.
They mocked my simple dress the moment I walked into the wedding. Laughed when the usher pointed me and my friend to the very last table, the one tucked near the service door. Someone whispered “charity table” behind a champagne glass, and the women around us smiled like it was a joke everyone understood. I…