Meanwhile, Max cried every two hours. I nursed him with one hand while pinning hems with the other. My back screamed from hunching over the sewing machine until 3 a.m. Rio often found me passed out at the kitchen table, surrounded by pins and fabric scraps.
“You’re killing yourself for this project,” he said one night, handing me coffee. “You spent $400 of our baby money, Amelia.”
He was right. I’d used our emergency fund for silk, lining, lace, and notions. Jade kept promising to reimburse me “soon.”
Two days before the wedding, I delivered six flawless dresses. Each fit like couture.
Jade barely looked up from her phone. “Just hang them in the spare room.”
“Don’t you want to see them? They turned out beautiful.”
“I’m sure they’re adequate.”For illustrative purposes only
Adequate? After weeks of sleepless nights and $400 gone?
“So about the payment we discussed…”
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