Las Vegas, Nevada
“Torie, what is going on? Everyone is waiting for you and Dave to be seated before they open the buffet.”
I huffed a sigh at my oldest sister and pointed to our sister Sarah’s back, “A little help, please.”
Sarah turned from the mirror, pointing to the bodice of her strapless sunflower-yellow Vera Wang sheath.
“What the hell—Sarah, what are you crying about?” Margo groaned, overlooking the obvious problem. “Don’t tell me you're drunk already.”
Both Sarah and I broke into laughter directed at our normally reserved older sister. Just hearing her say hell and drunk in conversation was hilarious.