At My Wedding My Mother Said Uniforms Were Not for Me Until Hundreds of Service Members Rose to Their Feet

I read her lips from across the vineyard. I had always been good at reading her.

God, she really showed up in costume.

Diane looked mortified. Two of Marcus’s cousins turned to follow her gaze. The woman beside me in the procession, Captain Reyes, kept her eyes forward and her face still in the way that military people learn to do when they are choosing not to react to something they absolutely noticed.

I kept walking.